Standing before her was the young girl she had seen riding with Mr.Hopkins--the girl she had declared to be the missing daughter of Mrs.Rogers.
For a moment Beth stood staring, while the new maid regarded her with composure and a slight smile upon her beautiful face.

She was dressed in the regulation costume of the maids at Elmhurst, a plain black gown with white apron and cap.
"I--I beg your pardon," said Beth, with a slight gasp; for the likeness to Mrs.Rogers was something amazing.

"Aren't you Lucy Rogers ?" The maid raised her eyebrows with a gesture of genuine surprise.

Then she gave a little laugh, and replied: "No, Miss Beth.

I'm Elizabeth Parsons." "But it can't be," protested the girl.