"O mamma! I've been at this home before." At the sound, Mrs. Ginniss turned, dropping the shawls, bags, and parasols she held, in one mass at her feet, and then dropping herself upon her knees in their midst; while her fresh face turned of a ghastly yellow, and her uplifted hands shook visibly,-- "Glory be to God, an' what's that!" exclaimed she in a voice of terror. "Oh, it's mammy, it's mammy! that used to rock me in her lap, and hold my feet, and sing to me! I 'member her now, and Teddy said so too. O mammy! I'm so glad you've come again!" The sobbing woman opened wide her arms; and Sunshine leaped into them, shouting again and again,-- "It's the good old mammy! and I'm so glad, I'm so glad!" "O Mrs. Legrange! is it?" exclaimed an agitated voice; and Mrs. Legrange, turning, found Susan standing beside her with pale face and clasped hands, her eyes fixed upon the child with a sort of terror. "Yes, Susan, it is 'Toinette, her very self. I would not write, because I wanted to see if she would know you both, and you her." "Oh, thank God! thank God! I didn't believe I'd ever forgive myself for not minding her better; but now I may. Miss 'Toinette, dear, won't you speak to Susan?" "Susan!" exclaimed the child, struggling out of Mrs. Ginniss's embrace, and leaving that good woman still exploding in a feu-de-joie of thanksgiving, emotion, and astonishment. "Are you Susan? Why, that was a doll!" "A doll?" asked the nurse in bewilderment, and pausing in act of kissing her recovered charge, not with the rapturous abandonment of the Irish woman, but with the respectful tenderness of a trained English servant. "She named a doll after you, Mrs. Ginniss says, although she did not remember who you really were," explained Mrs. Legrange. "But come, my friends: we will not wait longer out of doors. Dora, you and Kitty know the way even better than I; and Mr. Windsor"-- "It isn't Mr. Windsor, it's Karlo, mamma," persisted Sunshine, dancing up the narrow path in advance of the party. "Yes, Karl, if you will be so kind," said Dr. Windsor, offering Mrs. Legrange his arm. "Then Karl will feel himself as much at home here as he ever did, I trust," said the lady cordially. "It was peeping out at that window I saw you first, Dora; and I thought it must be the sunrise," whispered Tom Burroughs to the lady he escorted. "I am sorry I should have so put you out of countenance. Perhaps that is the reason you never have seen straight since,--so far as I am concerned at least," replied she. "One does not care to look straight at the sun: it is sufficient to bask in its light," whispered the lover. "Oh! very well, if that is what you want--Here, Sunshine! Cousin Tom wants you." The little girl came bounding toward them; and Dora, with a wicked little laugh, slipped away, and up the stairs, to the room that had been Kitty's, now appropriated to the use of the two young girls.