What is a street excitement or a temporary arrest by the police, or even a station-house exposure, to me, in comparison with the recovery of my child?
Where is he ?" "I do not know," replied Mrs.Bray.

"After seeing your father--" "My father! When did you see him ?" exclaimed Edith, betraying in her surprised voice the fact that Mr.Dinneford had kept so far, even from her, the secret of that brief interview to which she now referred.
"Oh, he hasn't told you! But it's no matter--he will do that in good time.

After seeing your father, I made an effort to get possession of your child and restore him as I promised to do.

But the woman who had him hidden somewhere managed to keep out of my way until this morning.
And now she says he got off from her, climbed out of a second-story window and disappeared, no one knows where." "This woman's name is Pinky Swett ?" said Edith.
"Yes." Mrs.Bray felt the hand that was still upon her arm shake as if from a violent chill.
"Do you believe what she says ?--that the child has really escaped from her ?" "Yes." "Where does she live ?" Mrs.Bray gave the true directions, and without hesitation.
"Is this child the one she stole from the Briar-street mission on Christmas day ?" asked Edith.
"He is," answered Mrs.Bray.
"How shall I know he is mine?
What proof is there that little Andy, as he is called, and my baby are the same ?" "I know him to be your child, for I have never lost sight of him," replied the woman, emphatically.

"You may know him by his eyes and mouth and chin, for they are yours.