"Oh, yes!" he answered quickly. "One in fact, the other by adoption; and they can both love you the same."
Immediately her face became a picture of childish trust.
"Then I will be your Lael too."
He clasped her close to his breast, and kissed her, crying:
"My Lael has come back to me! God of my fathers, I thank thee!"
She respected his emotion, but at length, with her hand upon his shoulder, said:
"You and my father are friends, and thinking he came here, I came too."
"Is he at home?"
"I think so."
"Then we will go to him. You cannot be my Lael without his consent."