On seeing Ishmael she dropped her pan of victuals and made a dash at him, exclaiming:
"Why, Ishmael! Good fathers alive! is this you? And where did you drop from?"
"From my saddle at your gate, last, Aunt Hannah," said Ishmael, smiling, as he folded her in his embrace.
"But I'm so glad to see you, Ishmael! And so surprised! Come in, my dear, dear boy. Shoo! you greedy, troublesome creeturs. You're never satisfied! I wish the shanghais would swallow you!" cried Hannah, speaking first to Ishmael as she cast her arms around his neck; and next to the bantams that had flown up to her shoulders.
"I am delighted to see you looking so hearty, ma'am. I declare you are growing quite stout," said Ishmael, affectionately surveying his relation.
"Women are apt to, at my age, Ishmael. But come in, my dear boy, come in!"
When they entered the cottage she drew Reuben's comfortable armchair up to the fire; and when Ishmael had seated himself she said:
"And now! first of all—have you had your breakfast?"
"Hours ago, thank you."
"Yes; a road-side tavern breakfast. I know what that is. Here, Sam! Sam! Lord, how I do miss Sally, to be sure!" complained Hannah, as she went to the back door and bawled after her factotum.