The mother was a little sweet-faced woman with young eyes and prematurely white hair." "That describes my Mrs.Greggory exactly," cried Billy's eager voice.
"And the daughter ?" "Alice?
Why--as I said, it's been four years since I've seen her." A touch of constraint had come into Arkwright's voice which Billy's keen ear was quick to detect.

"She was nineteen then and very pretty." "About my height, and with light-brown hair and big blue-gray eyes that look steely cold when she's angry ?" questioned Billy.
"I reckon that's about it," acknowledged the man, with a faint smile.
"Then they _are_ the ones," declared the girl, plainly excited.

"Isn't that splendid?
Now we can know them, and perhaps do something for them.

I love that dear little mother already, and I think I should the daughter--if she didn't put out so many prickers that I couldn't get near her! But tell us about them.

How did they come here?
Why didn't you know they were here ?" "Are you good at answering a dozen questions at once ?" asked Aunt Hannah, turning smiling eyes from Billy to the man at her side.
"Well, I can try," he offered.