We crossed the field, climbed the fence, and there, in front of the tent sat our old boarder splitting sticks with the camp-hatchet.
"Hurrah!" he cried, springing to his feet when he saw us.

"How glad I am to see you back! When did you return?
Isn't this splendid ?" "What ?" I said, as we shook hands.
"Why this," he cried, pointing to the tent.

"Don't you see?
We're camping out." "You are ?" I exclaimed, looking around for his wife, while Euphemia stood motionless, actually unable to make a remark.
"Certainly we are.

It's the rarest bit of luck.

My wife and Adele will be here directly.