Aunt Rob threw on her bonnet and mantle. "Here's your hat, father," she said, almost breathless, "we must go to her at once. Come, Dick, come."
"Stop a minute," he said, laying his hand on her arm, "I have something to tell you first."
"I don't want to hear anything," she cried, sternly. "I want my child!"
"Let Dick speak," said Inspector Robson.
Then Dick related all that Florence had told him, and their joy at recovering their daughter was so great that they had no word of reproach for her. The dear child was found, and they would be once more re-united. What more could they desire?
"They must come here this very day, father," said Aunt Rob. "This is their home till they get one of their own."
He nodded, and the fond parents, accompanied by Dick, hastened to the dear one, with love and forgiveness in their hearts. When they were all together in Florence's room he stood apart, a silent witness of the joyful meeting. How the parents embraced and wept over their child, how she clung to them and kissed them, and entreated them to believe that her love for them was stronger than it had ever been! Aunt Rob's tearful eyes shone with gladness; her one ewe lamb was restored to her; a sacred joy stirred their hearts at this re-union.
Then, when their agitation had somewhat subsided, and they had stepped in softly to see Reginald, who was still asleep, came the question of his removal.
"It must be left to the doctor," said Uncle Rob. "When do you expect him, Florence?"
"He is coming to-night, between eight and nine o'clock," she answered, and added, with a wistful look, "we are very poor, father."