MRS. ROBERTS. And I was in Albany, and I've been moving heaven and earth to get home before you arrived; and Edward came aboard at Worcester to surprise me, and--Oh, you've never seen the baby! I'll run right and get him this instant, just as he is, and bring him. Edward, you be explaining to Willis--Oh, my goodness! [Looking wildly about.] I don't remember the berth, and I shall be sure to wake up that poor California gentleman again. _What_ shall I do? CAMPBELL. What California gentleman? MRS. ROBERTS. Oh, somebody we've been stirring up the whole blessed night. First I took him for baby, and then Edward took him for me, and then I took him for baby again, and then we both took him for you. CAMPBELL. Did he look like any of us? MRS. ROBERTS. Like _us_? He's eight feet tall, if he's an inch, in his stockings--and he's always in them--and he has a long black beard and mustaches, and he's very lanky, and stoops over a good deal; but he's just as lovely as he can be and live, and he's been as kind and patient as twenty Jobs. CAMPBELL. Speaks in a sort of soft, slow grind? MRS. ROBERTS. Yes. CAMPBELL. Gentle and deferential to ladies? MRS. ROBERTS. As pie. CAMPBELL. It's Tom Goodall. I'll have him out of there in half a second. I want you to take him home with you, Agnes. He's the best fellow in the world. _Which_ is his berth? MRS. ROBERTS. Don't ask me, Willis. But if you'd go for baby, you'll be sure to find him. MR. ROBERTS (timidly indicating a berth). I think that's the one. CAMPBELL (plunging at it, and pulling the curtains open). You old Tom Goodall! THE CALIFORNIAN (appearing). I ain't any Tom Goodall. My name's Abram Sawyer. CAMPBELL (falling back). Well, sir, you're right. I'm awfully sorry to disturb you; but, from my sister's description here, I felt certain you must be my old friend Tom Goodall. THE CALIFORNIAN. I ain't surprised at it. I'm only surprised I _ain't_ Tom Goodall. I've been a baby twice, and I've been a man's wife once, and once I've been a long-lost brother. CAMPBELL (laughing). Oh, they've found _him_. _I'm_ the long-lost brother. THE CALIFORNIAN (sleepily). Has she found the other one? CAMPBELL. Yes; all right, I believe. THE CALIFORNIAN. Has _he_ found what _he_ wanted? CAMPBELL. Yes; we're all together here. [THE CALIFORNIAN makes a movement to get into bed again.] Oh, don't! You'd better make a night of it now. It's almost morning anyway. We want you to go home with us, and Mrs. Roberts will give you a bed at her house, and let you sleep a week. THE CALIFORNIAN. Well, I reckon you're right, stranger. I seem to be in the hands of Providence tonight anyhow. [He pulls on his boots and coat, and takes his seat beside CAMPBELL.] I reckon there ain't any use in fighting against Providence.