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 panting and purple excitement, and at the sight of Pollyooly cried fussily, "Why, if it isn't her ladyship come back! Oh, if your ladyship only knew the trouble and anxiety you've given everybody, especially your good father—"

"He's not my father! I haven't got a father!" cried Pollyooly, interrupting her.

"That settles it. Mrs. Hutton recognizes you at once," said the duke triumphantly. "I knew I couldn't be mistaken."

"She's a silly old idiot!" said Pollyooly fiercely, but with intense conviction.

"But it is a mistake, Uncle. Can't you see how much better looking and intelligent Mary is than Marion?" Ronald protested earnestly, with more regard for the truth than for a father's pride.

"Both of them say that this isn't Marion, that it's another little girl, Mrs. Hutton," said the duke.

"There can't be two Lady Marions, your Grace," said Mrs. Hutton, in a tone of finality.

"Of course there can't," said the duke.

As he spoke Ronald's fox terrier, Wiggs, trotted into the room and with no hesitation whatever