`` It 's father , Benny ; do n't you know me ? '' asked the man , with an odd sort of choke in his voice , as he thrust the dog away , and held out both hands to the boy . Down dropped the nuts , and crying , `` Oh , Daddy , Daddy ! '' Ben cast himself into the arms of the shabby velveteen coat , while poor Sanch tore round them in distracted circles , barking wildly , as if that was the only way in which he could vent his rapture . What happened next Bab and Betty never stopped to see , but , dropping from their roost , they went flying home like startled Chicken Littles with the astounding news that `` Ben 's father has come alive , and Sancho knew him right away ! '' Mrs. Moss had just got her cleaning done up , and was resting a minute before setting the table , but she flew out of her old rocking-chair when the excited children told the wonderful tale , exclaiming as they ended , -- `` Where is he ? Go bring him here . I declare it fairly takes my breath away ! '' Before Bab could obey , or her mother compose herself , Sancho bounced in and spun round like an insane top , trying to stand on his head , walk upright , waltz and bark all at once , for the good old fellow had so lost his head that he forgot the loss of his tail . `` They are coming ! they are coming ! See , Ma , what a nice man he is , '' said Bab , hopping about on one foot as she watched the slowly approaching pair . `` My patience , do n't they look alike ! I should know he was Ben 's Pa anywhere ! '' said Mrs. Moss , running to the door in a hurry . They certainly did resemble one another , and it was almost comical to see the same curve in the legs , the same wide-awake style of wearing the hat , the same sparkle of the eye , good-natured smile and agile motion of every limb . Old Ben carried the bag in one hand while young Ben held the other fast , looking a little shame-faced at his own emotion now , for there were marks of tears on his cheeks , but too glad to repress the delight he felt that he had really found Daddy this side heaven . Mrs. Moss unconsciously made a pretty little picture of herself as she stood at the door with her honest face shining and both hands ont , saying in a hearty tone , which was a welcome in itself , `` I 'm real glad to see you safe and well , Mr. Brown ! Come right in and make yourself to home . I guess there is n't a happier boy living than Ben is to-night . ''
`` And I know there is n't a gratefuler man living than I am for your kindness to my poor forsaken little feller , '' answered Mr. XXXXX , dropping both his burdens to give the comely woman 's hands a hard shake .
Bab Ben Benny Betty Brown Ma Moss Sanch Sancho rocking-chair