"Yes, Bert; the only objection I had is now removed."
Mrs. Barton went upstairs, and soon returned with one of those old-fashioned pictures of which many of my readers may have specimens in their homes—a daguerreotype.
Bert scanned it attentively, and he first looked bewildered, then surprised.
"I have seen a face like that," he said after a pause.
"Where, Bert?"
"I don't remember. Is it possible that I can remember so far back?"
"It may be an accidental resemblance."
"No, the face is like in every respect. Can't you explain it to me, mother?"
"Think a little, Bert. Perhaps you will recall where you saw a face like this."
"I have it now," said Bert, his face brightening up. "It is like Mr. Robinson—the friend of father, who called here a few weeks since."