My ownest, dearest, darlingest daughter of my mother--the mother you are so like!" "But how--how can it be ?" asked Hetty with a look almost of terror on her face.
"You are our baby who was supposed to have been drowned," said Reine.
_"That's_ how it comes to be.

We were wrecked going to France, and you were washed out of my mother's arms.

And we thought you were drowned.
But God was keeping you safe for me at Wavertree." "How have you found it all out ?" said Hetty, still holding fast by her doubt, which seemed the only plank that could save her from destruction in case this enchanting story should prove to be all a dream.
"It is completely proved, you little sceptic!" cried Reine.

"Mr.Enderby would not have you told till the lawyers had pronounced you to be Helen Gaythorne.

So ask me no more questions at present, but give me back some of my kisses.