Pollyooly's red hair to a shade; she had her white skin and blue eyes; she had her delicate features. It was only when you looked at her closely that you perceived that she was but an inferior copy of Pollyooly. Her hair lacked the luster of Pollyooly's; it was duller and less abundant. Her skin was not of so fine a texture as Pollyooly's, and lacked its translucence. Her eyes were blue, but not of the intense deep blue of Pollyooly's. Her features were like, but Nature had molded them with a clumsier hand, and she lacked wholly Pollyooly's angelic expression. But you could only see these differences by a close scrutiny of the children together. Take either of them apart, and she was Pollyooly, or Lady Marion Ricksborough, according as you found her in the King's Bench Walk or at Ricksborough Court.
Having once satisfied themselves of the likeness, the Honorable John Ruffin and the duchess lost no time. With the duchess as maid, the children had exchanged every stitch of their clothing in less than five minutes. Then Pollyooly was truly Lady Marion Deeping, and Marion was Pollyooly; there was no doubt about it. The duchess kissed Polly-
