"Phillip, old boy, it is good to be home again," he said, as he clasped the outstretched hand, and the hearty grip told the younger man that there would be no controversy between them over a previously mooted question, while he was strangely touched, when he added, with a smile that was somewhat tremulous: "The cane is here, Phil, and at your disposal." "What is that about a cane, papa?" cried Dorothy, whose quick ears had caught what he had said. "I asked your father to bring me a nice cane from abroad," her uncle explained. "Well, papa," the girl pursued, "I hope it is a very handsome one, and that you will make him a present of it, for you can never know how good Uncle Phil' has been to us." Both gentlemen laughed, and were glad of the opportunity to give vent in this way to their pent-up emotions. "All right, Dorrie; and when you see it you shall be the judge whether it is fine enough," replied the professor, as he turned again to feast his eyes upon the wonderful change in her. A little later the lunch bell sounded, and the happy quartet went within to break bread together, for the first time in two long months. But one of the number could only make a pretense at eating--his heart was too full to allow him to do much but covertly watch his child, who was vigorously plying knife and fork and manifesting the appreciative appetite of a normally hungry girl. Of course, there was much to tell and talk over, and the afternoon slipped swiftly away, twilight coming upon them almost before "the half had been told." The subject of Christian Science had been mutually avoided, and was not referred to until after dinner, when Mrs. Minturn came in for her usual visit to Dorothy. Prof. Seabrook had never met her but once, and that was when she had visited Hilton to apply for Katherine's admission to the school. But he recognized her instantly, and greeted her with the utmost cordiality. When her interview with Dorothy was over and she rejoined the group in the parlor, he invited her to be seated and placed a chair for her. "But this is your first evening with your dear ones, and they should have the privilege of monopolizing you," she objected, with her charming smile. "Nay, there are some things that must be said, you know, and they, I am sure, are longing to hear them," he returned, with visible emotion. "First, I have no words adequate to express my gratitude for what you have done for my child." "Not what I have done," the lady interposed, with gentle emphasis.