Now he recognized the friendly voice of the inn-keeper, and barked them a welcome.

He then ran to the little room where Hanz was sleeping, and only ceased barking when he got up.
Soft footsteps were heard inside, a dim light shone through the little window opening into the veranda, and a voice inside enquired: "Who comes t' mine house sho late ?" "Open the door, friend Toodleburg," replied the inn-keeper.

"Shouldn't have disturbed you at this hour; but there's a gentleman here would like to see you--an' I'm sure you'd like to see him." The old man opened the door at the sound of Bright's voice, and stood gazing at the visitors with an air of bewilderment.

"You prings me goot news, eh, Bright ?" he enquired.

"Yes, I am shure you prings me shome news ash ish goot." "Father, father," said Tite, advancing with his right hand extended, "you don't know me ?" "Ton't know mine own Tite?
Mine poor poy Tite!" exclaimed the old man in a paroxysm of joy.