"The finest bit of baby clothes I ever set my eyes on." Reine had come close to Mrs.Kane, and her lips were trembling as she went on questioning her: "Were the letters in white embroidery--satin stitch they call it?
Were they all formed of little flowers curling in and out about the letters; and was the chemise of fine cambric with a narrow hem ?" "That's the description as plain as if you were looking at it," said Mrs.Kane.
"I have half a dozen like it at home in one of my mother's drawers," said Reine turning red and pale.

"Where is this little garment?
is it not to be found ?" "I have it, dear," said Mrs.Enderby quietly.

"After Mrs.Rushton's death I took possession of it.

I hardly anticipated so happy a day as this for poor Hetty, but I thought it my duty to take care of it." The little chemise was produced, and Reine identified it as one of the set belonging to her baby sister supposed to have been drowned, and marked with her initials standing for Helen Gaythorne.
"My mother marked them herself," said Reine, examining the embroidery as well as she could through eyes blinded by tears.

"She was wonderfully skilful with her needle, and took a pride in marking all our things with initials designed by herself.