He sighed and muttered as if his dreams disturbed him, and once when he moved, he groaned as if in pain, but still slept on quite spent with weariness.
"He must not lie here," said Mrs.Bhaer, and stooping over him she gently called his name.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, as if she was a part of his dream, for he smiled and said drowsily, "Mother Bhaer, I've come home." The look, the words, touched her very much, and she put her hand under his head to lift him up, saying in her cordial way, "I thought you would, and I'm so glad to see you, Dan." He seemed to wake thoroughly then, and started up looking about him as if he suddenly remembered where he was, and doubted even that kind welcome.

His face changed, and he said in his old rough way, "I was going off in the morning.

I only stopped to peek in, as I went by." "But why not come in, Dan?
Didn't you hear us call you?
Teddy saw, and cried for you." "Didn't suppose you'd let me in," he said, fumbling with a little bundle which he had taken up as if going immediately.
"Try and see," was all Mrs.Bhaer answered, holding out her hand and pointing to the door, where the light shone hospitably.
With a long breath, as if a load was off his mind, Dan took up a stout stick, and began to limp towards the house, but stopped suddenly, to say inquiringly, "Mr.Bhaer won't like it.

I ran away from Page." "He knows it, and was sorry, but it will make no difference.