Neither did she make any comment on the child's christening--a ceremony which took place in the church, Pastor Dellenbaugh officiating--except to write that perhaps one name was as good as another, and that she hoped he would not disgrace it when he grew up.
These things, however, made but little impression on Jane.

She never lost faith in her sister, and never gave up hope that one day they would all three be reunited; how or where she could not tell or foresee, but in some way by which Lucy would know and love her son for himself alone, and the two live together ever after--his parentage always a secret.

When Lucy once looked into her boy's face she was convinced she would love and cling to him.

This was her constant prayer.
All these hopes were dashed to the ground by the receipt of a letter from Lucy with a Geneva postmark.

She had not written for months, and Jane broke the seal with a murmur of delight, Martha leaning forward, eager to hear the first word from her bairn.