Then he seemed to be considering for a space what to do; but at last put the singing-book back again in the chink behind the bottles, clambered down from the stool, and taking his favorite seat in the red chair, began to warm his little cold feet before the fire. "Well, that beats all!" exclaimed Dr. Hilton, before any one else could get breath to speak. Mr. Parlin went at once to the cupboard, and took down the singing-book. "The money is safe and sound," said he, as he looked it over,--"safe and sound; and Caleb Cushing is an honest man, thank the Lord!" "Three cheers for Caleb!" said Dr. Hilton. "Three cheers for Kellup!" cried one of the teamsters. And quite forgetting the sleeping child, the rest of the teamsters took up the toast, and shouted,-- "Three cheers for Kellup Cushing! Hoo-ra-a-ay!" Of course that waked Willy, and frightened him dreadfully. Imagine yourself going to sleep in bed, and waking up in a chair in another room, in a great noise. It was the first time the little fellow had ever been roused from one of his "walking-spells," and they had to carry him away to his mother to be comforted. He did not know that night what had happened; but next morning they told him that Caleb did not steal the money, and that papa had written a letter to beg him to come back. "And how think we found out that Caleb didn't steal?" asked Stephen. Of course Willy had not the least idea. "Because you stole the money yourself!" replied the hectoring Stephen. "O, what a story!" exclaimed Willy, angrily. "'S if _I'd_ steal!" "Ah, but you did, little man! I'll leave it to father if you didn't!" Willy stamped and kicked. He had a high temper when it was aroused, and his sister Love had to come and quiet him. "You took the money in your sleep," said she. "You didn't mean to do it; you are not a thief, dear; and we love you just as well as we did before." They all thought Willy must have had a dream about Caleb and the ox-money, or he would never have gone and taken the singing-book out of the drawer; but from that day to this he has never been able to remember the dream. Caleb cried for joy when he received the letter, and fell on his knees,--so he afterwards told grandpa Cheever,--and thanked his heavenly Father for bringing him out of the greatest trial he had ever had in his life. He was very glad to go back to Mr. Parlin's, and everybody there received him like a prince. King George the Third, coming in his own ship from England, would not have been treated half so well; for the Parlins despised him,--poor crazy monarch,--whereas they now thought Caleb was the very pink of perfection. Even Seth begged pardon for his hasty judgment. Mrs. Parlin gave him "election cake," for supper, and some of her very best ginger preserves, and said she did not see how they could make up for the pain of mind he had suffered. Caleb confessed that he _had_ felt "kind o' bad; but it wasn't worth speaking of now."