"Yes, Susan, it is 'Toinette, her very self. I would not write,
because I wanted to see if she would know you both, and you her."
"Oh, thank God! thank God! I didn't believe I'd ever forgive myself
for not minding her better; but now I may. Miss 'Toinette, dear,
won't you speak to Susan?"
"Susan!" exclaimed the child, struggling out of Mrs. Ginniss's
embrace, and leaving that good woman still exploding in a
feu-de-joie of thanksgiving, emotion, and astonishment. "Are you
Susan? Why, that was a doll!"
"A doll?" asked the nurse in bewilderment, and pausing in act of
kissing her recovered charge, not with the rapturous abandonment of
the Irish woman, but with the respectful tenderness of a trained
English servant.
"She named a doll after you, Mrs. Ginniss says, although she did not
remember who you really were," explained Mrs. Legrange. "But come,
my friends: we will not wait longer out of doors. Dora, you and
Kitty know the way even better than I; and Mr. Windsor"--
"It isn't Mr. Windsor, it's Karlo, mamma," persisted Sunshine,
dancing up the narrow path in advance of the party.
"Yes, Karl, if you will be so kind," said Dr. Windsor, offering Mrs.
Legrange his arm.
"Then Karl will feel himself as much at home here as he ever did, I
trust," said the lady cordially.
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