But this is a glad hour; ay, a joyous hour.

Come in--come in!" and as I lighted down she embraced me.
But I thrust her aside.

"My father! where is my father ?" I cried; "I see him not!" "Nay, nay, have no fear," she answered; "his Holiness is well; he waits thee in his chamber.

There, pass on.

O happy day! O happy Abouthis!" So I went, or rather ran, and reached the chamber of which I have written, and there at the table sat my father, Amenemhat, the same as he had been, but very old.