She looked like a young princess.
"That Mrs.Hardwick didn't give you this gown, I'll be bound!" said Aunt Rachel.
"Oh, I've so much to tell you," said Ida, breathlessly.

"I've found my mother--my other mother!" A pang struck to the honest hearts of Timothy Harding and his wife.

Ida must leave them.

After all the happy years which they had watched over and cared for her, she must leave them at length.
While they were silent in view of their threatened loss, an elegantly dressed lady appeared on the threshold.

Smiling, radiant with happiness, Mrs.Clifton seemed, to the cooper's family, almost a being from another sphere.
"Mother," said Ida, taking the hand of the stranger, and leading her up to Mrs.Harding, "this is my other mother, who has always taken such good care of me, and loved me so well." "Mrs.Harding," said Mrs, Clifton, her voice full of feeling, "how can I ever thank you for your kindness to my child ?" "My child!" It was hard for Mrs.Harding to hear another speak of Ida this way.
"I have tried to do my duty by her," she said, simply.