“Do you see some one there you know?” asked Miss Rose.
“Wouldn’t you know your own daughter, if you saw her?”
Miss Rose smiled. Then she saw tears in his eyes.
“Please forgive me for smiling,” she said. “You reminded me so much of Clematis. She asks questions just like that.”
“Well, wouldn’t you expect her to be like her own grandfather?”
Then Mr. Brooks smiled too.
“Is she really your grandchild?” exclaimed Miss Rose.
“Yes, she is, she must be. This is her mother here.”
He pointed to one of the girls in the picture.
“This was taken in front of the Seminary, a year before she ran away to be married.”