A whistle sounded outside, the gate clanged shut. A quick, light step
ran up the walk, the door opened noisily, and a man rushed in. He
seemed to bring into that hopeless place all the freshness of immortal
Youth.
Blinded, Dexter moved forward, his hands outstretched to meet that
eager clasp.
"Father! Father!" cried Ralph, joyously; "I've come home!"