The saint-like expression of her child, and the placid and beautiful face that lay before her devoid of animation, had awoke the benumbed feelings of affection within her.

A bright light flashed across her brain, and the long pent up tears, were about to flow, when the door was widely opened, and a dark shadow spread itself over the body of Ella.

Checking her emotion, Mrs.Wentworth looked around and beheld the figure of Mr.Swartz, accompanied by two police officers.
She spoke not a word at first, for in an instant the cause of his visit was known.

One look she gave him, which sunk into the inmost depths of his soul; then turning to the dead child, she slowly extended her hand and pointed to it.
"There," she said at last.

"Look there," and her face again wore its former colorless and rigid aspect..