"I should know it anywhere." "Then there can be no further doubt," said Mrs.Clifton.

"It is my child you have cared for so long.

Oh! why could I not have known it before?
How many lonely days and sleepless nights it would have spared me! But God be thanked for this late blessing! I shall see my child again." "I hope so, madam.

We must find her." "What is your name, my young friend ?" "My name is Harding--Jack Harding." "Jack ?" repeated the lady, smiling.
"Yes, madam; that is what they call me.

It would not seem natural to be called John." "Very well," said Mrs.Clifton, with a smile which went to Jack's heart at once, and made him think her, if any more beautiful than Ida; "as Ida is your adopted sister--" "I call her my ward.