Anxious faces were looking out at Falcon Range, where The Moat interests had become everybody's interests, and the gatekeeper and his wife were on the watch for the carriage.
"All well, Bennett," said the master, meeting the inquiring look with a smile as he drove in.
"Thank God, sir!" said Bennett, reverently lifting his hat. "They'll be mortal glad up at the house, for Miss Evelyn and Miss Maude have been down many a time this morning to listen for your coming."
"We have all cause to be thankful for wonderful things, Bennett," said the Squire.
"Aye, and for things that ain't wonderful, too," said Bennett to his wife, as he closed the gates; "and one of them is, that if there's a good turn to be done, he's the one to do it. I say, wife, didn't you catch sight of a queer bundle in the shay corner? There's some poor body as wanted a lift, I'll be bound, for he'd never pass such on the king's highway without lending a hand."
The wife had noticed, and moreover she noticed that the "bundle" had a curious dark top to it, unlike anything she had ever seen, but if it should even be one of the savages who had helped to rescue Master Guy in his Popish perils, he would surely be welcomed by the whole clan of the Falcon Range as warmly as by the family at The Moat House.
Poor Phœbe was perfectly bewildered at the open doors of the hall, when a youthful resemblance of the lady she already reverenced flew into the Squire's arms with a cry of delight, and another differently, but not less, attractive, greeted Mistress Hazelwood with equal warmth, while an older lady of calm and graceful mien received with smiling astonishment the infant held out to her, and then gazed at Phœbe's dark face with something of dawning comprehension of the fact.
"Dis de Moat House? Dis Massa Guy's moder?" cried Phœbe, clasping her hands with joy. "No 'casion tell, dem like as two stars ob de sky. What for de kind Lord bless ole Phœbe like dis at last?"
