Mira was trying hard to be cheerful amidst all the festivities that were going on. Her heart still yearned for her boy and now she realized all she had lost by her foolish infatuation. But as yet nothing had been heard of the child.
About three o’clock in the afternoon a carriage drove up to the door and Princess Lovechild was announced. All came forward to express their pleasure in seeing her. Her manner was so constrained that they soon saw she had something to tell. Her eyes kept following Mira and then as their glances met, the Princess looked toward the door. Mira turned and there stood Freddie, looking rather startled at seeing so many people he had never seen before.
“My boy, my own Freddie,” Mira cried, “at last!” Then they all wanted to know how she had found him.
“Oh, it was not a case of finding him at all. I received a letter from Mr. Moberly that I could take him to his mother, so you may be sure I lost no time in going for him, and we came as fast as the ponies could bring us, didn’t we, Freddie?”
Poor child, he couldn’t speak. Everything had been done so quickly that he was bewildered. Soon his sister and little brother arrived, then he realized that he was home once again. His mother, sister and brother were inseparable. The baby, seeing all the attention that Freddie was getting, began to feel slighted. Nellie was jumping around like a mad child in the midst of it all. The Princess left the room to find Tom. Presently they returned and Tom said:
“Mira, I have your divorce papers. If you wish, you can take your maiden name again. Will you?”
“Indeed I will,” she answered.
“Then,” Tom says, “after the next coronation day, you will be known as the Honorable Mira Vivian.”
“Yes,” she murmured, “and with the name of Moberly gone forever, I and my children are free. Freddie, dear, your name is Vivian.”