She was dark , with a rich dusky sort of darkness , suggestive of the bloom on purple plums , or the glow of deep red apples among bronze leaves . Her big brown eyes lingered on everything in sight , and little gurgles of sound now and again came through her parted lips , as if inarticulate joy were thus expressing itself . At the garden gate she saw the bent figure on the old bench , and the next minute she was flying along the rose walk . `` Daddy ! '' she called , `` daddy ! '' Old Man Shaw stood up in hasty bewilderment ; then a pair of girlish arms were about his neck , and a pair of warm red lips were on his ; girlish eyes , full of love , were looking up into his , and a never-forgotten voice , tingling with laughter and tears blended into one delicious chord , was crying , `` Oh , daddy , is it really you ? Oh , I ca n't tell you how good it is to see you again ! '' Old Man Shaw held her tightly in a silence of amazement and joy too deep for wonder . Why , this was his Blossom -- the very Blossom who had gone away three years ago ! A little taller , a little more womanly , but his own dear Blossom , and no stranger . There was a new heaven and a new earth for him in the realization . `` Oh , Baby Blossom ! '' he murmured , `` Little Baby Blossom ! '' Sara rubbed her cheek against the faded coat sleeve . `` Daddy darling , this moment makes up for everything , does n't it ? '' `` But -- but -- where did you come from ? '' he asked , his senses beginning to struggle out of their bewilderment of surprise . `` I did n't expect you till to-morrow . You did n't have to walk from the station , did you ? And your old daddy not there to welcome you ! ''
Sara laughed , swung herself back by the tips of her fingers and danced around him in the childish fashion XXXXX long ago .
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