"Cornelli," he said with tears in his eyes, "you look at me the way
your mother used to. You have grown just like your mother," he said,
putting his arms lovingly about her. "How was it possible? How could
you change in this way? How did it happen?"
"Mother knows about it, Papa. Mother has helped me," said Cornelli,
going with shining eyes to the mother, for Mrs. Halm had retreated to
the back of the room.
The Director now turned to his new guest. "Welcome to our house," he
said heartily, greeting both her and the children. Holding Cornelli's
hand within his own, he continued with emotion: "How different you
have brought her back to me! How did you do it? Can this be the same
child that I brought you?"
The happy father had to look at Cornelli over and over again, for he
hardly yet realized that this was his child. Was this really Cornelli
and not a creature of his imagination? So he held the child's hand and
looked again and again into her shining eyes; it really seemed as if
he could not believe it.
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