"There!" again exclaimed Sally, "I have said to my Fairy, 'How know I but Mistress Cory Ann hath things that were my mother's and should belong to me?'"
"There was a cape of finest needlework," continued the parson, "probably the one you saw, also a letter of importance, as it told the name of your mother's family, and a few articles beside money, of value to you, found in the little trunk. Here is the picture of your poor mamma."
Sally gazed with curious eyes at the little painting that was so like her own face as seen in the mirror, that she exclaimed:
"It is like my own face!" and suddenly she kissed it, a quick, warm kiss.
"I wonder what made me do that?" she asked, with a feeling of confusion.
"I think it was your warm French blood," said Parson Kendall.
"And what was my mother's name?" asked Sally.
"Earlscourt. She was of the same house as Lady Gabrielle, wife of Sir Percival Grandison, although well removed. Officer Duquesne of the British army thought your mother lost money through some of her relatives, who have died, so nothing can be proved."
"Enough has been proved!" cried Maid Sally.
Parson Kendall smiled.