Mrs. L. Harry, welcome home once more!
Harry. Ah, Aunt Loring, still as buxom as ever! thanks, thanks!
Doctor. Well, I declare I feel like a new man.
Dilly. Ah, I told you Harry would make all right.
Doctor. Ah, that he has. I’ll open school again.
Butts. I say, Harry, you’ve no ill will against me?
Harry. Ah, Butts, I’ve no ill will against any one now, I’m so happy.
Butts. The child, Harry?
Harry. Dilly, how can I ever repay you for your kindness to my father, for your faith in me? To you I owe the good name I bear to-day: how can I repay you?
Dilly. O Harry, you ask me that?—you to whom I owe my happiness, this dear home, these kind friends?