PREPARING FOR A JOURNEY Later in the day, Ida returned from school.

She bounded into the room, as usual, but stopped short in some confusion, on seeing a stranger.
"Is this my own dear child, over whose infancy I watched so tenderly ?" exclaimed the nurse, rising, her harsh features wreathed into a smile.
"It is Ida," said the cooper's wife.
Ida looked from one to the other in silent bewilderment.
"Ida," said Mrs.Harding, in a little embarrassment, "this is Mrs.
Hardwick, who took care of you when you were an infant." "But I thought you took care of me, mother," said Ida, in surprise.
"Very true," said Mrs.Harding, evasively; "but I was not able to have the care of you all the time.

Didn't I ever mention Mrs.Hardwick to you ?" "No, mother." "Although it is so long since I have seen her, I should have known her anywhere," said the nurse, applying a handkerchief to her eyes.

"So pretty as she's grown up, too!" Mrs.Harding glanced with pride at the beautiful child, who blushed at the compliment, a rare one, for her adopted mother, whatever she might think, did not approve of openly praising her appearance.
"Ida," said Mrs.Hardwick, "won't you come and kiss your old nurse ?" Ida looked at her hard face, which now wore a smile intended to express affection.

Without knowing why, she felt an instinctive repugnance to this stranger, notwithstanding her words of endearment.
She advanced timidly, with a reluctance which she was not wholly able to conceal, and passively submitted to a caress from the nurse.
There was a look in the eyes of the nurse, carefully guarded, yet not wholly concealed, which showed that she was quite aware of Ida's feeling toward her, and resented it.