beach, the four young knights having preceded him. Then he halted,
and gave a look at the boys. The boys halted, and gave a look at him.
Suddenly Tony bounded away, and bounded into the man's arms.

What happened afterward, Charlie told Aunt Stanshy at the breakfast-table.

"Aunt Stanshy, guess what happened at the beach to Tony."

"I don't know, I am sure. I give it up."

"Well, the 'White Shield' had a passenger, and when he got on the beach,
the first thing we knew, Tony Blanco went rushing at him, and the man put
his arms round Tony, and then Tony came pulling him along to us, and said,
'It's my father, boys!' And he was real pleasant, and said he'd send as
some oranges."

"Tony's father? How did he turn up? I thought he was in Italy."

"Well, you see, aunty, he was in a ship coming from Italy, and the ship, I
b'lieve, had a storm and was sinking when the 'White Shield' and another
vessel came along, and they two took the people from Tony's father's ship.
But that other vessel, you know, was going right to Italy, and so all but
Tony's father went back in her, because you know they were Italian
sailors. Tony's father, though, was a passenger, and he wanted to come to
America, and so he got aboard the 'White Shield' and came here, right
where Tony was; and, wasn't that funny?"

"I should think it was."

"He and Tony were real glad to see one another. Juggie called it, aunty,
'a second s'prise.'"

The "s'prises," though, were not all over. Charlie had a nap after
breakfast, and finishing it, went to a window to see how the outside world
looked. He stayed there only a minute, and then rushed to the head of the
stairs leading down cellar, calling:

"Aunt Stanshy! Aunt Stanshy, come quick, do! There goes Tony's father!"

Aunt Stanshy was down cellar fishing for pork in a capacious barrel. She
dropped the piece for which she had successfully angled, and rushed to the
stairs as if a whirlwind was after her. Breathless, she arrived at
Charlie's window.

"There, aunty, that is he!"

"What, Mr. Walton?"

"No, Mr. Walton is coming down the lane; but don't you see that other man
going up the lane?"

"O, yes, I see now."

"Well, that is him."

"But what are those two men doing? If they aint shaking hands! and now
they've got their arms round one another, and there they go walking off
together! It is the queerest proceeding! Why, they act as if they had
known one another a long time!"

Aunt Stanshy had too m