He stooped over the child.

His hand trembled as he put it under her soft chin and raised her eyes to his.
"Lloyd, Lloyd!" he repeated, in a puzzled way.

"Can it be possible?
There certainly is a wonderful resemblance.

You have my little Tom's hair, and only my baby Elizabeth ever had such hazel eyes." He caught her up in his one arm, and strode on to the gate, where the coloured woman stood.
"Why, Becky, is that you ?" he cried, recognizing an old, trusted servant who had lived at Locust in his wife's lifetime.
Her only answer was a sullen nod.
"Whose child is this ?" he asked, eagerly, without seeming to notice her defiant looks.

"Tell me if you can." "How can I tell you, suh," she demanded, indignantly, "when you have fo'bidden even her name to be spoken befo' you ?" A harsh look came into the Colonel's eyes.