"We cannot hurry it," Judge Kirtley told her, "and you would gain nothing if you could. It may be six months before it is settled."
During this enforced inactivity and its consequent restlessness Margaret had gone one day to the Children's Home to execute an errand for Mrs. Pennybacker. When she returned, that observant lady looked up at her and said, quietly.
"What is it, Margaret?"
The girl's face was glowing.
"Aunt Mary, I have seen the most beautiful child! So like Philip."
"At the Home?"
"Yes. The matron brought in a lot of little boys for me to try the mittens on, and this one was the very last. His likeness to Philip struck me so that before I had time to control myself I had caught him up in my arms and was crying over him. I acted like a baby. But it came over me all at once, what if Philip should ever be cast upon the world like this."
Mrs. Pennybacker wiped her eyes. "What was his name?"
"Louis. Louis Lesseur. I should think he was just about Philip's age. He seemed so sweet and affectionate. I took him to drive."
"Are his parents living?"