Rip Van Winkle

Rip was relieved that his wife was not there to berate him. A reunion with Dame Van Winkle was not something he looked forward to.

There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. “I am your father!” cried he—“Young Rip Van Winkle once—Old Rip Van Winkle now! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?”