ould be _so_ happy!

CAMPBELL. The right what, madam?

MRS. ROBERTS. The right Willis Campbell.

CAMPBELL. I hope I'm not the wrong one; though after a week's pull on
the railroad it's pretty hard for a man to tell which Willis Campbell he
is. May I ask if your Willis Campbell had friends in Boston?

MRS. ROBERTS (eagerly). He had a sister and a brother-in-law and a
nephew.

CAMPBELL. Name of Roberts?

MRS. ROBERTS. Every one.

CAMPBELL. Then you're--

MRS. ROBERTS (ecstatically). Agnes!

CAMPBELL. And he's--

MRS. ROBERTS. Mr. Roberts!

CAMPBELL. And the baby's--

MRS. ROBERTS. Asleep!

CAMPBELL. Then _I_ am the right one.

MRS. ROBERTS. Oh, Willis! Willis! Willis! To think of our meeting in
this way! [She kisses and embraces him, while MR. ROBERTS shakes one of
his hands which he finds disengaged.] _How_ in the world did it happen?

CAMPBELL. Ah, I found myself a little ahead of time, and I stopped off
with an old friend of mine at Framingham; I didn't want to disappoint you
when you came to meet this train, or get you up last night at midnight.

MRS. ROBERTS. And I was in Albany, and I've been moving heaven and earth
to get home before you arrived; and Edward came aboard at Worcester to
surprise me, and--Oh, you've never seen the baby! I'll run right and get
him this instant, just as he is, and bring him. Edward, you be
explaining to Willis--Oh, my goodness! [Looking wildly about.] I don't
remember the berth, and I shall be sure to wake up that poor California
gentleman again. _What_ shall I do?

CAMPBELL. What California gentleman?

MRS. ROBERTS. Oh, somebody we've been stirring up the whole blessed
night. First I took him for baby, and then Edward took him for me, and
then I took him for baby again, and then we both took him for you.

CAMPBELL. Did he look like any of us?

MRS. ROBERTS. Like _us_? He's eight feet tall, if he's an inch, in his
stockings--and he's always in them--and he has a long black beard and
mustaches, and he's very lanky, and stoops over a good deal; but he's
just as lovely as he can be and live, and he's been as kind and patient
as twenty Jobs.

CAMPBELL. Speaks in a sort of soft, slow grind?

MRS. ROBERTS. Yes.

CAMPBELL. Gentle and deferential to ladies?

MRS. ROBERTS. As pie.

CAMPBELL. It's Tom Goodall. I'll have him out of there in half a
second. I want you to take him home with you, Agnes. He's the best
fellow in