After tea Miss Elton took Willie to the nursery saying she had some clothes for him and she wanted to see them on.
"Here, nurse," she said to the servant who was waiting; "this is the little boy I told you about."
"Bless his dear heart!" said the woman, catching him in her arms.
"I should have known Master Bertie anywhere."
Miss Elton was very glad now that Bertram's old nurse had stayed on to look after Gladys, for now that she recognized the child she felt all her doubts laid to rest for ever, and she stood looking on while nurse took off the ragged clothes exposed to view the tiny mark on the little bare shoulder.
"There, ma'am," she exclaimed, "that is proof enough. Oh, if only my dear mistress had lived to see this day!"
"We will believe she does see it," returned Miss Elton, "and I am sure she is glad with us."
The dressing was quickly finished, and with his shining face and nicely-combed hair he looked, as Miss Elton said, "like a little prince."
Taking his hand, she led him down to the dining-room and exhibited him to the others. Mrs. Blair gazed at him open-mouthed. Gladys ran to him, and, throwing her arms round his neck, kissed him delightedly, saying, "G'adys 'ove 'oo, 'ickle boy!"
Bob alone made no sign. He did not know what to make of this new Willie. Miss Elton called him to her. "Bob," she said, "many years ago my little nephew was stolen away from his home. I have searched for him everywhere, but could not find him; but to-day I have found out that you have been taking care of him for me all this time. Are you glad that Willie is my little boy?"
"Will 'e be always dressed like that?" asked Bob.