But he could not keep them closed. He had to open them to look
once more on Nanny's sweet, patient face. As he did so, he
noticed that the moon was just rising; and as it came up, Nanny
rose also and stepping carefully so as not to waken her babies,
she walked toward the fence where Billy was.
Closer and closer she came with her pretty, sweet face showing
plainly in the moonlight. Billy scarcely breathed, he was so
excited, wondering if she would recognize him, and what she would
say when she saw him.
She came straight to the fence and stuck her nose through the
rail just above Billy's head before she saw him.
When she did, her eyes dilated with surprise, and then with a
bleat of joy, she called:
"Billy! My Billy! Have you come back!" And she commenced to cry
as if her heart would break for joy.
No words can express Billy's joy when he felt her tears on his
face and her warm nose kissing his cold one, and all Billy could
say was, "My darling, you are not married to Satan after all, are
you?"
This made Nanny laugh and she called him a silly, old goose.
But what was the matter with Billy? He felt as strong and young
as Nanny herself, and had forgotten his thirst and weariness of a
few moments ago.
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