Father Is So Much Kinder Than He Used to Be, That Home's Like Heaven

I have come to bring you home, dear brother, said the child. She clapped her tiny hands and bending down to laugh. Father is so much kinder than he used to be, that home's like heaven. He spoke so gently to me one dear night when i was going to bed, that i was not afraid to ask him once more, if you might come home. And he said, yes, you should, and sent me in a coach to bring you. But first, we're to be together all the christmas long and have the merriest time in all the world. You are quite a woman, little fan, exclaimed the boy.