Beautiful Alice deserves everything good . Why , Bev -- why , Bev ! Who is that in the hammock ? '' I looked . The hammock was swung under the two end trees of the Walk . In it a man was lying , asleep , his head pillowed on his overcoat . He was sleeping easily , lightly , and wholesomely . He had a pointed brown beard and thick wavy brown hair . His cheeks were a dusky red and the lashes of his closed eyes were as long and dark and silken as a girl 's . He wore a light gray suit , and on the slender white hand that hung down over the hammock 's edge was a spark of diamond fire . It seemed to me that I knew his face , although assuredly I had never seen him before . While I groped among vague speculations the Story Girl gave a queer , choked little cry . The next moment she had sprung over the intervening space , dropped on her knees by the hammock , and flung her arms about the man 's neck . `` Father ! Father ! '' she cried , while I stood , rooted to the ground in my amazement . The sleeper stirred and opened two large , exceedingly brilliant hazel eyes . For a moment he gazed rather blankly at the brown-curled young lady who was embracing him . Then a most delightful smile broke over his face ; he sprang up and caught her to his heart . `` Sara -- Sara -- my little Sara !
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