The beauty of her girlhood had ripened into the maturer beauty of womanhood.

There was the same dazzling complexion, the same soft flush upon the cheeks.

The eyes, too, were wonderfully like Ida's.

Jack looked, and as he looked he became convinced.
"You must be right," he said.

"Ida is very much like you." "You think so ?" said Mrs.Clifton, eagerly.
"Yes, madam." "I had a picture--a daguerreotype--taken of Ida just before I lost her; I have treasured it carefully.