"That's good," said he. "That's very good!"
The moon was now risen from the sea: the room full of white light.
"They is a Shepherd," said my uncle. "God be thanked for that. _He'll_
fetch you home."
"An' you?" said I.
"Me? Oh no!"
"He'll remember," said I, confidently, "that you was once a little
lad--jus' like me."
"God knows!" said he.