Then he opened his big blue eyes to find his mother bending over him. He
did not recognize her at once, and after a peevish sleepy stare he pushed
her aside, calling plaintively for his precious "Polly Hopkins."
"Oh, bring Polly Hopkins, whoever she is!" cried the poor rebuffed
mother. "And Heaven bless her if she has been good to him."
But when the dismal old squaw blundered into the room, more blinded by
grief and tears than infirmity, the identity of his visitor came back
suddenly to him with the recollections of the past, and in all the
transcendent joy of an invaluable possession he called out, "Look, mamma!
Ain't her pretty? So-o pretty! Me s-sweet Polly Hopkins!" And sitting up
in bed, he threw his arms around both as they knelt beside it, and all
three wept locked in the same tender embrace.
For Lillian would not hear of the implication of "Polly Hopkins" in the
suspicion of the abduction, and the rigors of the law were annulled so
far as she was concerned. On the contrary, Mrs.
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