I must show it to you when we get to my house." The carriage stopped before a stately mansion in a wide and quiet street.

The driver dismounted and opened the door.

Jack assisted Mrs.
Clifton to alight.
Bashfully our hero followed the lady up the steps, and, at her bidding, seated himself in an elegant parlor furnished with a splendor which excited his admiration and wonder.

He had little time to look about him, for Mrs.Clifton, without pausing to remove her street attire, hastened downstairs with an open daguerreotype in her hand.
"Can you remember Ida when she was first brought to your house ?" she asked.

"Did she look anything like this picture ?" "It is her image," answered Jack, decidedly.