A carriage was passing up the street slowly, on account of a press of other carriages.

Ida saw a face that she knew.

Forgetting her bonnet in her sudden joy, she ran down the stairs into the street, and up to the carriage window.
"Oh! Jack!" she exclaimed; "have you come for me ?" It was Mrs.Clifton's carriage, just returning from Peg's lodgings.
"Why, it's Ida!" exclaimed Jack, almost springing through the window of the carriage in his excitement.

"Where did you come from, and where have you been all this time ?" He opened the door of the carriage and drew Ida in.
"My child, my child! Thank God, you are restored to me!" exclaimed Mrs.
Clifton.
She drew the astonished child to her bosom.

Ida looked up into her face in bewilderment.