CHAPTER XXXII.
A PROVIDENTIAL MEETING "By gracious, if that isn't Ida!" exclaimed Jack, in profound surprise.
He had been sauntering along Chestnut Street, listlessly troubled by the thought that though he had given Mrs.Hardwick into custody, he was apparently no nearer the discovery of his young ward than before.

What steps should he take to find her?
He could not decide.

In his perplexity his eyes rested suddenly upon the print of the "Flower Girl." "Yes," he said, "that is Ida, fast enough.

Perhaps they will know in the store where she is to be found." He at once entered the store.
"Can you tell me anything about the girl in that picture ?" he asked, abruptly, of the nearest clerk.
"It is a fancy picture," he said.

"I think you would need a long time to find the original." "It has taken a long time," said Jack.