Hurrah!" We reached our dwelling.

My wife and daughter went in.

John Jones betook himself to his cottage, and I went into the town, in which there was a great excitement; a wild running troop of boys were shouting "Sebastopol wedi cymmeryd.

Hurrah! Hurrah!" Old Mr Jones was standing bare-headed at his door.

"Ah," said the old gentleman, "I am glad to see you.