Every face that happened to be turned to the door brightened at her entrance.
"There's a dear child in this ward," said Mrs.Morton as they stood for a moment in the door looking about the room.

"He was picked up in the street about a week ago, hurt by a passing vehicle, and brought here.

We have not been able to learn anything about him." Edith's heart gave a sudden leap, but she held it down with all the self-control she could assume, trying to be calm.
"Where is he ?" she asked, in a voice so altered from its natural tone that Mrs.Morton turned and looked at her in surprise.
"Over in that corner," she answered, pointing down the room.
Edith started forward, Mrs.Morton at her side.
"Here he is," said the latter, pausing at a bed on which child with fair face, blue eyes and golden hair was lying.

A single glance sent the blood back to Edith's heart.

A faintness came over her; everything grew dark.