"Oh, Mary, it is he!"
Mary started up from the grass.
"Oh, sir, we are so glad to see you!"
Judge Sharp took her hand—"You must be glad to see this lady, too."
Mary blushed, and looked timidly at the lady.
Mrs. Farnham stepped back, holding up both hands, as if to prevent the child approaching.
"Judge—Judge Sharp, you don't mean to say that this is the child?
Little girl, is your name Chester!"
"No," answered Mary, "that is Isabel Chester—I am only Mary Fuller."
Isabel drew close to her friend.
"She's just the same as me—just like my own, own sister, ma'am."