CHAPTER XI.
HOME!
"At last!" exclaimed Robin, bursting into his old home and seizing his mother in his arms.
Robin had just returned home after the laying of the 1866 Atlantic Cable, as briefly narrated in the last chapter.
It may be said with some truth that the old home became, during the next few days, a private lunatic asylum, for its inmates went mildly mad with joy.
Chief among the lunatics was uncle Rik, the retired sea-captain. That madman's case, however, was not temporary derangement, like the others'. It was confirmed insanity, somewhat intensified just then by the nephew's return.
"So, young man," he said, one evening at supper, when the family traveller was dilating to open-eyed-and-mouthed listeners, "you actually believe that these cables are goin' to work?"
"Of course I do, uncle. They are working now, and have been working for many years."
