"It's so tame that it follows my wife everywhere," he declared, "and she has to shut it up on Sundays when we go to church, or we should never keep it at home!"
In ten minutes they arrived at Lowercoombe Farm, where Una was carried into the kitchen, and surrounded by her aunt, and grandfather, and the children. They had so many questions to ask and to be answered, and made so much of her, that she felt quite bewildered at first; but by-and-by she noticed that Granfer was wearing the suit of clothes he usually wore on Sundays, and that Mrs. Maple and Nellie and Bessie were attired in their best gowns in honour of the day.
Presently, they had tea in the best parlour, which room was only used on great occasions, or when there were visitors at the farm. Una sat between her father and grandfather in a sort of dream-like happiness. In the centre of the table was Granfer's birthday cake, which he cut himself, and every one declared to be most delicious.
The old man and each member of the little party seemed merry and pleased. Now and again Una met her father's eyes and smiled in answer to his affectionate glance that mutely asked if she was happy and content. She was both, though it seemed very strange to find herself and her father so much at home at Lowercoombe Farm.
During the evening the little girl had a few words alone with her grandfather, and took the opportunity to tell him how glad she was to know of the relationship between them.
"God has been very good to me, my dear," he said gratefully. "He has given me back my son."
"Yes," she answered, smiling brightly, "God is good." She took his hand in her little, soft fingers, and looked tenderly into his aged face, as she added lovingly:
"He has given me my Granfer too!"