Mr.Dinneford did not leave the two women until he had drawn from them a minute and circumstantial account of all they knew of Edith's child from the time it was cast adrift.

When he left them, he had no doubt as to its identity with Andy.

There was no missing link in the chain of evidence.
The new life that had opened to little Andy since the dreary night on which, like a stray kitten, he had crept into Andrew Hall's miserable hovel, had been very pleasant.

To be loved and caressed was a strange and sweet experience.

Poor little heart! It fluttered in wild terror, like a tiny bird in the talons of a hawk, when Pinky Swett swooped down and struck her foul talons into the frightened child and bore him off.
"If you scream, I'll choke you to death!" she said, stooping to his ear, as she hurried him from the mission-house.