He roused the leader, who sat nodding on the front of the wagon in the early morning sunlight.

They were within half a mile of the homestead.

It seemed to him that he had been gone from them all a year.
He fancied he could see Lyndall standing on the brick wall to watch for him; his father, passing from one house to the other, stopping to look.
He called aloud to the oxen.

For each one at home he had brought something.

For his father a piece of tobacco, bought at the shop by the mill; for Em a thimble; for Lyndall a beautiful flower dug out by the roots, at a place where they had outspanned; for Tant Sannie a handkerchief.