“Yes,” said Jack, nodding; “what color were her eyes?”
“Blue.”
“So are Ida's.”
“A small mouth, with a very sweet expression.”
“Yes.”
“And I believe her dress was a light one, with a blue ribbon about her waist. She also had a brown scarf about her neck, if I remember rightly.”
“That is exactly the way Ida was dressed when she went away. I am sure it must be she.”
“Perhaps,” suggested his uncle, “this woman, though calling herself Ida's nurse, was really her mother.”
“No, it can't be,” said Jack, vehemently. “What, that ugly, disagreeable woman, Ida's mother! I won't believe it. I should just as soon expect to see strawberries growing on a thorn-bush. There isn't the least resemblance between them.”
“You know I have not seen Mrs. Hardwick, so I cannot judge on that point.”