What audacity it seemed in her thus to take quiet possession of a name she had never before so much as heard pronounced! At that both lawyers pricked up their ears, a look of surprised satisfaction coming into their faces. “Indeed!” said Server, extending his hand; “then we are most happy to see you. But can it be the Mrs. Ethel Farnese for whom we have been so long advertising? so young--her daughter, perhaps?” “For her or her heirs, was it not?” Floy quietly asked. “Ah, yes, certainly! and you bring proofs of your identity, doubtless? You come from your mother? or--” He paused, glancing inquiringly at her deep mourning. “Yes; I have documents to show--a story to tell,” Floy said, ignoring the last query; “have you leisure to hear it now?” “We have; no time like the present,” said Server briskly, drawing his chair nearer, while his partner came forward with an air of keen interest and joined them. “Allow me to introduce Mr. Tredick, Miss Farnese,” said Server; “and now let us proceed to business,” he added as Tredick, having shaken hands with Floy, took a seat at his side. “What have you to show us?” “This,” replied Floy, putting the deed of gift into his hand. He examined it curiously. “Ah! your mother gave you away?” he said, elevating his eyebrows and glancing inquiringly at her as he passed the paper on to Mr. Tredick. “You shall hear how and why presently,” she said. “First let me prove that I am the child adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Kemper,” and she handed Mr. Server a package, saying, “These are letters addressed to me by my legal adviser, Mr. Crosby, of Cranley, Iowa.” “What! my old friend Crosby?” exclaimed Mr. Tredick. “Ah! I know his hand, and if he indorses you you’re all right. Yes, yes, these are genuine!” he added, glancing over the letters as Server opened and spread them before his eyes. “I see they are directed and addressed to Miss Floy Kemper; and he alludes here to your search for your mother. My dear young lady, let us have your story. Your mother, I conclude, is still living? My client will be overjoyed to hear it.” “I do not know; I hope so, sir,” Floy answered with emotion. Then calming herself by a determined effort, she went on to give a brief statement of such facts as were necessary to establish her own identity, vindicate her mother from any suspicion of want of love for her child, and show what reason there was for believing, or at least hoping, that she still lived. She passed very lightly over her own sorrows, and said nothing of her struggles with poverty. They heard her to the end without interruption, and evidently with deep interest, especially as she detailed her efforts to trace her lost parent, and what she had learned of that parent’s history while doing so. Their faces lighted up with satisfaction as she closed with the information gleaned from Mrs. Dobbs.