I believe he had now turned the tables upon her, and was trying to convince her of her unkind and grumbling ways.

But he did not let us hear a word of the reproof.
"Eh! Turkey, my lad! is that you?
I didn't know you were there," he said.
I had never before heard my father address him as Turkey.
"What are you doing with that great boy upon your back ?" he continued.
"I'm going to carry him home, sir." "Nonsense! He can walk well enough." Half ashamed, I began to struggle to get down, but Turkey held me tight.
"But you see, sir," said Turkey, "we're friends now.

_He's_ done what he could, and _I_ want to do what I can." "Very well," returned my father, rising; "come along; it's time we were going." When he bade her good night, the old woman actually rose and held out her hand to both of us.
"Good night, Grannie," said Turkey.

"Good night, Elsie." And away we went.
Never conqueror on his triumphal entry was happier than I, as through the starry night I rode home on Turkey's back.

The very stars seemed rejoicing over my head.