e been in
a regular muddle, believe ME. Cornelia Bryant was never so
kerflummuxed before."

"There isn't a very great deal to tell. Leslie's letter was short.
She didn't go into particulars. This man--George Moore--has recovered
his memory and knows who he is. He says Dick took yellow fever in
Cuba, and the Four Sisters had to sail without him. George stayed
behind to nurse him. But he died very shortly afterwards.

"George did not write Leslie because he intended to come right home and
tell her himself."

"And why didn't he?"

"I suppose his accident must have intervened. Gilbert says it is quite
likely that George Moore remembers nothing of his accident, or what led
to it, and may never remember it. It probably happened very soon after
Dick's death. We may find out more particulars when Leslie writes
again."

"Does she say what she is going to do? When is she coming home?"

"She says she will stay with George Moore until he can leave the
hospital. She has written to his people in Nova Scotia. It seems that
George's only near relative is a married sister much older than
himself. She was living when George sailed on the Four Sisters, but of
course we do not know what may have happened since. Did you ever see
George Moore, Miss Cornelia?"

"I did. It is all coming back to me. He was here visiting his Uncle
Abner eighteen years ago, when he and Dick would be about seventeen.
They were double cousins, you see. Their fathers were brothers and
their mothers were twin sisters, and they did look a terrible lot
alike. Of course," added Miss Cornelia scornfully, "it wasn't one of
those freak resemblances you read of in novels where two people are so
much alike that they can fill each other's places and their nearest and
dearest can't tell between them. In those days you could tell easy
enough which was George and which was Dick, if you saw them together
and near at hand. Apart, or some distance away, it wasn't so easy.
They played lots of tricks on people and thought it great fun, the two
scamps. George Moore was a little taller and a good deal fatter than
Dick--though neither of them was what you would call fat--they were
both of the lean kind. Dick had higher color than George, and his hair
was a shade lighter. But their features were just alike, and they both
had that queer freak of eyes--one blue and one hazel. They weren't
much alike in any other way, though. George was a real nice fellow,