“Thank you,” said Tom, quite elated. “I’m glad I come with you.”
Mrs. Parmenter was about to enter the house, when another lady descended the steps. It was Mrs. Lindsay, who had been recommended to this house, as the reader may remember, by the Wall Street lawyer. She no sooner saw Tom than she became excited, and grasped the balustrade for support.
“Child,” she said, eagerly, “what is your name?”
“Tom,” answered our heroine, surprised.
“Tom?”
“That’s what they call me. Jane is my real name.”
“Do you know a woman named Margaret Walsh?” continued Mrs. Lindsay, her emotion increasing.
“Why, that’s my granny,” said Tom, surprised.
There was no more room for doubt. Mrs. Lindsay opened her arms.
“Found at last!” she exclaimed. “My dear, dear child!”