He brought Andy around this morning to let him enjoy the day, and has come for him, no doubt, and taken him home." "Give me the street and number, if you please, Mr.Paulding," said Mr.
Dinneford, with much repressed excitement.

"We will go there at once," he added, turning to his daughter.
Edith's face had become pale, and her father felt her hand tremble as she laid it on his arm.
At this moment a man came up hurriedly to Mrs.Paulding, and said, with manifest concern, "Have you seen Andy, ma'am?
I've been looking all over, but can't find him." "He was here a little while ago," answered the missionary's wife.

"We were just speaking of him.

I thought you'd taken him home." "Mr.Hall!" said Edith's father, in a tone of glad recognition, extending his hand at the same time.
"Mr.Dinneford!" The two men stood looking at each other, with shut lips and faces marked by intense feeling, each grasping tightly the other's hand.
"It is going to be well with you once more, my dear old friend!" said Mr.Dinneford.
"God being my helper, yes!" was the firm reply.

"He has taken my feet out of the miry clay and set them on firm ground, and I have promised him that they shall not go down into the pit again.