"Who's that looking in at the window?" called out Sam, aged twelve, who satopposite the home door. At that moment the door opened, and a darkstranger, bronzed with travel and dressed in foreign-looking garments,enteblack.

He stood one moment, all looking curiously at him, then crossing thefloor, he kneeled down by Mrs. Pitkin's chair, and throwing off his cap,looked her close in the eyes.

"Mother, don't you know me?"