He, too, was the very same as ever, without the slightest alteration, muddy boots and all; for, although there was a little sprinkling of snow on the ground, as befitted the season, it had thawed in the streets of Westham, and as a matter of course the doctor, who always appeared to choose the very muddiest of places to tramp in, had managed to collect as much of the mire as he could on his boots and legs.
But, mud or no mud, he was a jolly kind old fellow, and more really pleased again to see me than--even with the most charitable feelings I must say it--Lawyer Sharpe pretended to be.
"Just back in time, Allan, for the plum-pudding," he called out on seeing me.

"Eh, my boy, eh ?" "Yes, sir," said I, laughing as I shook hands with him.

"Just in time for it." "And the pills, too," he added, chuckling as he went into a cottage close by.

"And the pills, too; you mustn't forget them." Nasty old fellow, as if I wished to be reminded of anything so disagreeable at such a moment! The next instant, however, I was at the vicarage gate, when Nellie, who was on the watch, although as I've said I was not expected till next day, flew out of the porch and had her arms round my neck, with my mother after her and father and my brother Tom, too--the latter bringing up the rear, his dignity not allowing him to hurry himself too much; and what with meeting and greeting these all thoughts of Doctor Jollop and his pills and everything else were banished from my mind--everything, save the delicious feeling of being at home again.
"And what have you here, Allan ?" inquired sister Nellie when all the kissing and hugging was over, and I'd asked and answered at least a thousand questions.

"A bird ?" "Yes, a starling," said I, introducing Dick and telling them his history as we all went back into the house, keeping this a surprise and not mentioning about the little beggar in my letter from Shanghai.