"Oh, she is everything, everything in the wide world to me now!" answered Isabel with tears in her eyes.
"You know, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Chester died," said Mary, with gentle humility. "And now we are left alone together."
"I knew that the poor lady was dead," answered the Judge, feelingly.
Isabel was weeping; she could not reply, but Mary answered in a faltering voice,
"Yes, sir, we are both orphans!"
"And would you not like to go away from here where you will have a new fine home, with pretty clothes and books and birds to amuse yourself with?" said Mrs. Farnham, bending over Isabel and kissing her.
The child did not answer. She only turned very pale, and drew back toward Mary.
"Would you not be pleased with all those pretty things?" said the Judge, who observed that Mary Fuller turned white as death when they spoke of taking Isabel away.
"If she can have them, too. Will you take her, sir? if not I would rather stay here!"
"But we do not wish to adopt more than one little girl," said the lady, hastily. "You have no mother, I will be one to you. In a little time you will forget all about the people here."