Through Madaline's bounty she was able to move from her close lodgings in town to a pretty cottage in the country Then she had a glimpse of content.
After a time her heart yearned to see the daughter of her adoption, the one sunbeam of her life, and she wrote to that effect.
"I will come to you," wrote Madaline, in reply, "if you will promise me faithfully to make no difference between me and the child Madaline who used to come home from school years ago." Margaret promised, and Madaline, plainly dressed, went to see her mother.

It was sweet, after those long, weary months of humiliation and despair, to lay her head on that faithful breast and hear whispered words of love and affection.

When the warmth of their first greeting was over, Margaret was amazed at the change in her child.

Madaline had grown taller, the girlish graceful figure had developed into a model of perfect womanhood.

The dress that she wore became her so well that the change in the marvelous face amazed her the most, it was so wonderfully wonderful, so fair, so pure, so _spirituelle_, yet it had so strange a story written upon it--a story she could neither read nor understand.