"Oh—" Why, his face was familiar—it was the face of the man in the picture over the fireplace!
"Judy," he said, again, as he reached her and caught her in his arms.
But as her yellow hair flowed over his coat, he laughed excitedly and
put her from him. "I beg pardon," he apologized. "I thought you were
Judy."
"And I thought you were a burglar," quavered Anne, as she sat down on the top step weakly.
Her fair little face was alight with joy as she held out her hand. "Oh," she said, "you are Judy's father, and you are alive, you are really alive!"
"And you are Anne," said the Captain.
"How did you know?" wondering.
"The Judge told me."
"Where did you see the Judge?" she asked.
"He has been with me ever since he left here," said the Captain. "Dr. Grennell discovered me in a hospital in Newfoundland, and I was very ill, and he sent for father, and he has been with me ever since. And he has gone straight to Fairfax, for he isn't very well. But I had to see my girl. Did I wake you?"
"I heard the dog."