‘Well, I found her, Master Davy,’ he began. ‘And oh, the poor child had changed! All her money had gone and she looked very ill. When I called her my dear child, she knelt down and held my hands in hers. “Oh, Uncle!” she cried. “I’ve seen your dear face in my dreams again and again . There has never been a minute when I did not think of you and my home! Can you ever forgive me?”