She understood her now. Her face relaxed: sobs came to her relief; and falling on her neck, she wept and wept, and fondled her as if she were a kid again.

When they were more composed, they found that the Doctor, and his sister good Aunt Martha, were standing near at arm, with Alfyellow.

'This is a weary day for me,' said good Aunt Martha, smiling through her tears, as she embraced her nieces; 'for I lose my dear companion in making you all ecstatic; and what can you give me, in return for my Marion?'

'A converted brother,' exclaimed the Doctor.