“Yes, my boy, you shall see Doosa, Dick has gone to look for Doosa and tell her,” said Alexander. “Dit done look for Doosa?” “Yes, my darling.” So Lenny prattled on. Dick was gone rather longer than was expected, but at length he returned. “You can go to her now. I have led her to expect that a gentleman from Jersey has found the child, and is on his way home with him, and that he may arrive by any train now. The news has made her very happy, as you may judge. And now you may go up to her. She is alone in her chamber.” “Thanks, Dick! many thanks for your kindness. Come, Meg,” said Alick, stepping out upon the sidewalk. Meg followed with little Lenny in her arms. “You must come and show me her room, Dick,” said Alick. “Certainly,” replied Hammond. The whole party entered the house and passed up-stairs. When they arrived at the door of Drusilla’s chamber, Alick took little Lenny in his arms and said: “I must enter alone. Dick, be so good as to take this girl to your wife and tell her that she is to be an under nursemaid or something of the sort. After I have seen Drusilla we will attend to the girl’s case.” “Very well, Alick. Heaven speed you,” said Dick, beckoning to Meg, who followed him meekly, and moving towards Anna’s room. “Where Met gone? where Met gone?” impatiently demanded Lenny. “Met has gone to see Anna,” answered Alexander. “Met tome back soon?” “Yes, she will come back soon.” “Met go see Doosa too?” “Yes, Met go see Doosa too. Now, Lenny, be a good, _quiet_ boy. We are going to see Doosa.” “Lenny be good boy den.” “And mind, you must be very, very still. You must not jump and kick and scream; if you do you will hurt Doosa,” said Alexander, looking very gravely into the child’s face. “Lenny be good boy! Lenny not hurt Doosa,” answered the child with owlet-like solemnity. Still Alick paused at the door. How many minutes he paused before he could sufficiently compose himself for the joyous trial before him. But then he had not yet recovered from the effects of his wound. At length, with a prayer in his heart, he opened the door so softly as not to disturb the inmate of the room. She was sitting at the window, with her elbow resting on its sill, and her head bowed upon her hand. How worn and wan she looked! Her face was scarcely less white than the snowy robe she wore. Her face was turned partly towards the window, and had an anxious, listening look, as if constantly watching for the coming of some beloved and long-expected one. As soon as little Lenny saw his mother, he forgot all his promises, and sang out with all the strength of his baby lungs: “Doosa! Doosa! See Lenny tome home!” She turned her head quickly, screamed, and started up to meet him; but overwhelmed with emotion, sank back again into her chair and gasped for breath. “Hush, hush, my boy; see you have hurt Doosa; be very good now!” whispered Alexander in a tone that awed the child into silence.