It seemed to look down on Manasseh with the same gentle reproof, and to say, "Have I failed you in your hour of trial ?" With the first ripening of the fruit in the Toroczko orchards, Manasseh and his comrades were at home.

Blanka came to meet her husband as far as Kolozsvar, bringing her little daughter Ilonka with her.

Bela could not come, as he had just then a school examination.

At the Borev bridge a splendid reception awaited the home-comers.

A handsome little lad headed the receiving party, waving a flag.
"Who is that pretty boy ?" Manasseh asked his wife.
She laughed merrily, and rebuked him for not knowing his own son.