"Her name? Gertrude Dean," said Rose.
"Dean?" repeated the doctor, looking disappointed, "Dean? Rose, that is a picture of my own father."
While they were speaking, Gertrude tapped on the door. "My locket, dear Rose; I hope 'tis not lost."
Turning suddenly, her eye fell upon the doctor. With a wild cry of joy she flew into his arms, exclaiming, "My brother! my own long-lost Walter!"
CHAPTER XLII.
"Good morning, missis," and Chloe's turbaned head followed the salutation. "Didn't I tell you dat Massa Charley be born wid a silver spoon in his mouf? His dish right side up when it rains, for certain.
"See here, missis," and she handed Rose a small package, containing a pair of coral and gold sleeve-ties for Charley's dimpled shoulders. "Didn't I tell you dat missis couldn't lose sight of him? and she sent me here for him to come ride in de carriage wid her again to-day, and eat dinner at de big house, and all dat," and Chloe rubbed her hands together, and looked the very incarnation of delight.
"Well," said Rose, "Charley has nothing fine to wear; only a simple white frock, Chloe."