"Jest wait one minute, darlin'," said Dinah, hobbling out of the room.
Golden waited, wonderingly and impatiently.
After a little while Dinah returned, and laid a small package, wrapped in tissue paper, in her hand.
Golden removed the wrappers tremblingly. A small bit of crumpled pasteboard fell out into her hand.
She straightened it out and devoured with eager eyes the aristocratic name printed upon it in small, clear, black type.
Then she raised her gleaming eyes to the excited face of the old black woman.
"So," she said with a long, deep, sobbing breath, "this is my father's name?"
"Yes, chile, leastways I has de berry best reason for finking so," replied Dinah, promptly.
"Then you are not sure?" cried the girl, and there was a note of keen disappointment in her voice.
"All I know is dis, honey. It fell outer your mudder's pocket de night when you was born. She was drawin' out her handkercher, an' it fell onto de floor 'thout her seein' it. I didn't say nofin' to de poor, distracted chile. I only picked the keerd up and put it away. I sabed it for you, honey, chile."