"Still in America, and I think will remain there for years. They say he is making money, and that he means to come back and marry Maggie."
"What, Maggie M'Ian?"
"Yes."
"Heigh-ho!" sighed Creggan. "I feel getting very old."
Matty laughed right merrily. "Poor old sailor!" she said roguishly. "But, oh, look, here comes Daddy himself!" And so it was.
Matty might well have said he looked like an old professor. His hair was long and gray, and he was dressed in broadcloth. Yet there was no sign of age about him as the glad smile of surprise brightened his face, and he hurried up with both hands extended to greet and welcome Creggan home.
"My own dear sailor boy!"
He could say no more just then, and like Matty took refuge in the caresses he bestowed on Oscar.
Yes, Oscar knew him well after all these years, for dogs never, never do forget the dear ones they love.
Need I add that the meeting betwixt Creggan and his mother was a happy one? Surely that is unnecessary.