"Yes, now that I've rubbed it with my finger I am positive of that.

As for the middle one, I think it must be either an O or a C, though it's rather hard to say." Deacon Winslow gave a deep sigh.
"And our boy's middle name was Carstairs, named after his mother's family!" he hastened to say.
Then they exchanged more wondering looks.

It was very like a miracle, the bringing of the little child into the home of that couple whose fireside had so long awaited the coming of such a sunbeam.
Deacon Winslow turned almost fiercely on Hugh, and gripped his sleeve.
"You must tell us more about the boy," he said.

"Who is he, and where did he come from?
Those are vital things for us to learn.

We could never know peace again if this mystery were not made clear.