"Ah, my mother always declared she should recognize her anywhere by her eyes."
"Blue, were they not?" said Josie.
"Yes, blue of a very peculiar tint and peculiar shape, and there was a curious deep dimple in each of her cheeks. It was not a face likely to change much."
"Wasn't she like mother?"
"As like as you are to our father. The very image of her. But come, you must take me in now. Is she down-stairs?"
"No, she is in her room, and nurse wanted her to go to bed, but she will only lie on the sofa. How glad she will be to see you!"
They went up-stairs, and Leveson's cheerful voice had a soothing sound, as he entered the room.
"How do you do, mother? Josie has told me your good news."
Josie drew back, frightened at the burst of weeping which followed his entrance; but Leveson held her hand, with an encouraging glance, and presently Mrs. Therlock raised her face, all tears and smiles.
"This is very weak, very ungrateful; but oh—to think that my child is found, and that I should have driven her from home again."