You are Herbert's child, whom I looked for so long.
"Oh! my child! my child! have you come at last ?" and he drew her towards him, and kissed her passionately, while the tears streamed down his cheeks.
"I couldn't come before, you know," the child said, "because I didn't know about you; and grampa, that's my other grandpapa," she nodded confidentially, "did not know you wanted me.

But now he knows, he sent me to you.

He told me I was to come because you were lonely.
"But you can't be more lonely than he is," she said, with a quiver in her voice.

"Oh! he will be lonely, now!" "But where do you come from, my dear?
and how did you get here?
and what have you been doing, all these years ?" "Grampa brought me here," the child said.

"I call him grampa, you know, because I did when I was little, and I have always kept to it; but I know, of course, it ought to be grandpapa.