"Where is my dear father?" said Johanna. "Where is he?"
"This way," said the young girl, who took so great an interest in the fate of Johanna. "This way, dear. He is in our room up stairs, and will be no less delighted to see you, then you will be delighted to see him."
"I am sure of that," said Johanna.
She ran up the stairs with more speed that the fruiterer's daughter could make, and in another moment was in her father's arms.
CHAPTER XCII.
MR. OAKLEY'S ANXIETIES MUCH DIMINISH.
For some few moments after this meeting, neither Mr. Oakley nor Johanna could speak. At length the old spectacle-maker was just able to say—
"Great God, I thank thee, that once again I hold my darling to my heart."
"Father—father," said Johanna. "Did you think for one moment that I could have left you?"
"No my dear, no; but I was bewildered by all I heard. I was half mad I think until I was told all; and now we will go home, my pretty darling, at once, and we will have no secrets from each other. Dear heart, what a pretty boy you make to be sure. But come—come. I am in an agony until I have you home again."
"Father, listen to me."