The mother had grasped Dora's hand. "Where did you get that little paper, darling?" she asked with great emotion.
"It is my mother's album, and that paper was always in it," answered Dora, surprised.
"Oh, Dora, you are my beloved Lili's child!" exclaimed the mother. "Now I understand why I always thought of the past when I looked at you."
Greatly agitated, she embraced the little girl.
The children felt excited, too, but seeing their mother so profoundly moved, they controlled their emotions and remained silently in their seats, their glances fastened on Dora and the mother.
Little Hun at last broke the silence: "Won't I have to go to America now, mamma?" he asked, visibly relieved at the prospect of being able to stay at home, for after giving his rash promise he had felt a little scared at the thought of going to America alone.
"No, you won't have to go. We shall all stay here," replied the mother, turning towards the children with Dora's hand in hers. "Dora is Lili's little girl, whom you wanted to find."
DORA AND PAULA RETURNED TO THE GARDEN
ARM IN ARM SINGING GAILY.
"Oh, mamma!" cried Paula with unusual vivacity, "Dora and I will continue everything you began with Lili. Then we'll also be able to say like you:"