"Tell me, art thou Martin Holt's daughter?
art thou my brother Cuthbert's Cherry ?" "Thy brother?
then thou art Petronella!" cried Cherry, in a maze of bewilderment; and even as she spoke the name she felt Petronella's arms about her, and they were laughing and kissing, questioning and exclaiming, all in the most incoherent fashion, yet contriving to make each other understand some fragments of their respective stories, till at last Petronella drew herself away and laid her hand on Cherry's arm, saying as she did so: "But remember that here I am Ellen Wyvern, and not even good Dyson knows more than that.

Be on thy guard, good coz, and only speak familiarly to me in secret.

O Cherry, how I have longed to see thee--Cuthbert's Cherry, of whom I have heard so much! And how comest thou hither?
Has he sent thee ?" "He?
I have not seen him these six months past.

Petronella, sweet cousin, give me good news of him." "Why, so I can--the very best.

He has found the treasure.