Was it truly of God’s providence? She had longed so ardently for the refinements of life, the possibilities of education. Some times it seemed as if He answered petitions in the suppliant’s way and freighted them with another burden.
But if this should be laid upon her she would pray for strength to do her whole duty. It was hardly likely she would ever find any one belonging to her, that was too wild a thought. She would keep this generous foster mother as long as she needed love and care.
CHAPTER IX
WHOSE CHILD AM I?
Miss Arran tapped lightly at the half-open door and Mrs. Barrington bade both ladies enter.
“How is Mrs. Boyd?”
“Why she seems curiously better. She has been talking awhile to her daughter and her voice has a latent strength that surprises one, and we have been unwitting listeners to a most remarkable story. Did you ever suspect that she might not be the own mother of Miss Boyd?”
“The thought has crossed my mind. They are so dissimilar.”