"Sure. I am happy wherever daddy and Nell are. We have such great times together. But here we are right at the house. It wasn't far, was it?"
Douglas did not reply for he was held spell-bound by the beautiful and interesting scene before him. In a comfortable arm-chair sat the blind musician listening intently to what his daughter was reading. She was seated upon the ground by his side, with a book lying in her lap. It was only for an instant, however, that Douglas was privileged to watch her unobserved, but it was sufficient for him to note the rare charm of her face and form.
"Oh, daddy! Nell!" the girl cried as she rushed forward. "You can't guess who is here?"
At these words the fair reader lifted her head and her eyes rested upon the stranger.
"It's the man who played for us in the city," the girl explained.
"Isn't it wonderful that I have found him!"
An expression of pleasure swept over the young woman's face, as she at once rose to her feet and held out her hand.
"Any one who has befriended my father and sister is welcome here," she quietly remarked. "Father," and she turned partly around, "this is the man you have told us so much about. Nan has brought him to see you."
"I am delighted to meet you, sir," the old man replied, as he took Douglas' hand. "I have wanted to thank you ever since that night you helped us in the city. Get Mr.——"
"Handyman," Douglas assisted.
"Handyman, that's a good name. Nan, get him a chair and make him comfortable."