adge was full of fine impulses, was brave and
loyal in the midst of difficulties; but she also knew that she was
easily spoiled and that too much money and admiration would not be good
for her.

"Phil," asked Madge, "isn't Mollie stirring? Is there anything we
ought to do for her?"

Phil bent over to gaze more attentively at their patient. She studied
every curve and line in the girl's exquisite face. Now that Mollie's
eyes were closed, and the vacant, pathetic stare was no more visible in
them, her beauty was the more remarkable. Something in Mollie's quiet
features seemed to surprise Phyllis, but she said nothing.

"We can't do anything but wait," answered Phil. "The doctor said that
quiet is all Mollie needs. She is sure to come to herself some time
to-day."

Phil slid her chair up close beside her chum's and kissed her friend on
the cheek. It was an unusual demonstration for the reserved Phyllis.
Madge stared at her. Then she turned a little pale. "You know what
has happened to me, don't you?" she whispered. "I am sure you must
know."

Phil bowed her head.

"Can't you help me decide?" begged Madge.

"No." Phil shook her head sadly. "You'll have to make up your mind
for yourself."

The two girls sat in silence after this. They heard Mrs. Curtis come
softly into the room and take a low chair in the far corner of the
cabin, so as not to disturb Mollie if the girl should awake. She could
just see the bed, but not the face of the girl on the pillow.

By and by Mollie stirred. "I am thirsty," she said distinctly. "Will
some one please get me a glass of water?"

Phil rose quickly. "Here it is, Mollie," she answered, handing the
girl the water, and trying to lift her with the other arm. Madge
stooped over to aid her.

"Thank you," responded Mollie gently. "But why do you call me Mollie?
My name isn't Mollie."

"We never liked to call you 'Moll'," replied Madge soothingly. "Mollie
seemed to us to be a prettier name."

The girl laughed lightly. "No, I shouldn't think you would. My name
is Madeleine, not Mollie. And you are Phyllis and Madge. I wonder why
I never told you before that my name is Madeleine." Mollie's eyes had
lost their pathetic stare. They were quiet and reasonable.

"Don't try to talk, Mollie--Madeleine, I mean," murmured Phil. "You
must try to go to sleep again."

She and Madge never changed their positions until the ill girl's head
grew heavy on their arms and