He pushed his chair back.
"Can it be true ?" he muttered.

"Or am I dreaming ?" "Yes, grandpapa," the child said, close beside him now.

"I am Aggie Linthorne, and I have come to see you.

If you don't think it's me, grampa said I was to give you this, and then you would know;" and she held out a miniature, on ivory, of a boy some fourteen years old; and a watch and chain.
"I do not need them," the squire said, in low tones.

"I see it in your face.