... she rested her eyes upon my companion, lifted her hands up, and cried out in affectionate Welsh,-- Why bless their little hearts! How tired they look! Come in, dears, both of you! When Mose crossed the threshold he was received with a sounding kiss, and became the object of copious endearments. He was hugged convulsively in the maternal bosom, patted on the back, his hair was frizzled...