In the work-basket was a bit of unfinished , yellowed lace with a needle sticking in it . A small bookcase under the sloping ceiling was filled with books . Constance picked up one and opened it at the yellowing title-page . She gave a little cry of surprise . The name written across the page in a fine , dainty script was `` Jean Constance Irving , '' her mother 's name ! For a moment Constance stood motionless . Then she turned impulsively and hurried downstairs again . Mr. and Mrs. Bruce were still in the sitting room talking to each other in the firelight . `` Oh , '' cried Constance excitedly . `` I must know , I must ask you . This is my mother 's name , Jean Constance Irving , can it be possible she was your little Jeannie ? '' * * * * * A fortnight later Miss Channing received a letter from Constance . `` I am so happy , '' she wrote . `` Oh , Miss Channing , I have found ` mine own people , ' and Heartsease Farm is to be my own , own dear home for always . `` It was such a strange coincidence , no , Aunt Flora says it was Providence , and I believe it was , too . I came here one rainy night , and Aunty put me in my mother 's room , think of it ! My own dear mother 's room , and I found her name in a book . And now the mystery is all cleared up , and we are so happy . `` Everything is dear and beautiful , and almost the dearest and most beautiful thing is that I am getting acquainted with my mother , the mother I never knew before . She no longer seems dead to me .
I feel that she lives and loves me , and I am learning XXXXX know her better every day .
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