And for an hour after that the picture lay in a hand which had never touched it before, and the bright laughing eyes looked up and met the tearful eyes of a father!
Chapter Thirty Three.
How Several Visitors Called at our Lodgings.
Billy arrived punctually as we were dressing next morning in great good-humour.
“What cheer, covies?” cried he before he was well in the room. “She’s come back!”
“Who—your mother?” said Jack.
“Yaas,” said Billy; “worn’t she jolly neither? She give me a wipin’ last night same as I never got.”
And when we came to look at our queer visitor he bore about his face and person undoubted marks of the truth of this story.