From Christiania, or rather the seaport, Drobak, they obtained passage on a swift-saihng vessel to Hull, and then took a train across England to Liverpool. They had already telegraphed ahead for staterooms on a Cunard steamer bound for Boston, and two hours after arriving at Liverpool were on board and leaving the dock.
"This is fast traveling," remarked Roger, as they stood on the deck, watching the shipping scene around them. "In less than a week we'll be home. Dave, in some respects our trip to Norway seems like a dream."
"That is true, Roger—but what a happy dream!" And Dave's face fairly beamed with thankfulness.
When they took the train from Boston to Crumville Dave could scarcely control himself. Word had been sent ahead to the Wadsworths and Caspar Potts, and at the depot the travelers found all of their friends awaiting them. Mr. Porter was quickly introduced, and shook hands warmly all around.
"Oh, Dave, I'm so glad to see you back!" cried Jessie. "And to think you have really found your father at last! Isn't it splendid!"
"Yes, Jessie; and if I'm not the happiest boy in the world—well, I ought to be, that's all."
"And what a fine man he is—and looks very much like your Uncle Dunston, and looks like you,
