'Yes!'
'Happily over?'
'Yes!'
'Do you recollect the voice, dear Caleb? Did you
ever hear the like of it before?' cried Dot.
'If my boy in the Golden South Americas was
alive -- said Caleb, trembling.
'He is alive!' shrieked Dot, removing her hand
from his eyes, and clapping them in ecstasy; 'look at
him! See where he stands before you, healthy and
loving brother, Bertha!'
All honour to the little creature for her transports!
All honour to her tears and laughter, when the three
were locked in one another's arms! All honour to the
heartiness with which she met the sunburnt sailor-
fellow, with his dark streaming hair, half way, and
never turned her rosy little mouth aside, but suffered
him to kiss it, freely, and to press her to his bound-
ing heart!
And honour to the Cuckoo too -- why not! -- for
bursting out of the trap-door in the Moorish Palace
like a housebreaker, and hiccoughing twelve times on
the assembled company, as if he had got drunk
for joy!
The Carrier, entering, started back. And well he
might, to find himself in such good company.
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