All at once, as she was gazing from the window of her own little room on the upper deck at the dreary-looking houses of the river-front, and as far as she could see up the one muddy street that came within her range of vision, she heard shouting and laughter, and saw a group of persons approaching the boat.
For a few minutes she could not make out who they were, or what they were doing.

Then she saw that the one taller than the others was a man, and that he was surrounded by a group of boys.

Several of them ran backward in front of him, and all of them seemed greatly excited over something that he bore in his arms.

It was a red bundle that squirmed and struggled as though it was alive.

Sabella looked for a moment longer, then she darted down the short flight of steps leading to the living-room, and flung open the outer door.
"It's Don Blossom! It's my own dear, sweet Don Blossom!" she cried, almost snatching the trembling little animal from the man's arms in her eagerness.
The man stepped inside, and closed the door to shut out the boys, who, after lingering a few minutes, gradually dispersed.
"Oh, you dear monkey! How could you run away?
You naughty, naughty Don Blossom! Was he cold and wet and hungry and frightened?
But he's safe now, and he shall have his breakfast directly; so he shall, the dear blessed!" While Sabella was so much engrossed with her pet as to be unmindful of all else, the man who had restored him to her stood just within the doorway and watched her, with an amused smile.
"So he is your monkey, is he?
I thought he must be when I first saw him," he said at length.
"Yes, indeed, he is; and I have been feeling so badly at losing him.
But where did you find him, and how did you know he was mine ?" Here the little girl looked for the first time into the stranger's face.
"Why, you are the very same one--" "Yes," he replied, quietly, "I am the very same one whom you reminded of his own little girl, and who has thought of you very often since.