she slept peacefully.

"O Phil!" Madge faltered, "you don't think Mollie is going to----"

"Sh-sh!" returned Phyllis warningly. "Don't show her you are surprised
at anything she says."

Madge clenched her hands to keep them from trembling, but she could
feel her knees shaking under her.

The patient opened her eyes again. "I fell off the yacht, didn't I?"
she inquired. "It's funny, but I couldn't think what had happened to
me for a long time. I was trying to remember all night. It was such a
long night. I kept seeing dreadful, rude men, who were cruel to me. I
must have been dreaming. Where is my mother? Why doesn't she come to
me?"

"Your mother!" exclaimed Madge. A glance from Phil silenced her.

"Your mother can't come to you now, she is----" Phyllis faltered.

"Never mind," the gentle girl spoke faintly. "Mother may be resting.
She must have been dreadfully frightened when she learned I had tumbled
overboard. I think something fell and struck me on the head."

"Don't talk any more, please, dear," entreated Phyllis. "You can tell
us all about what happened when you have rested a little longer. You
are very tired."

The sick girl dozed again. Phyllis and Madge slipped their aching arms
out from under their patient's pillow.

"Mollie's memory has come back to her, hasn't it?" Madge breathed in
her chum's ear. "I wonder if it will go away again, or if she will
remember more about herself when she is stronger?"

"I believe her memory has returned," Phil answered softly. "It is a
miracle. We must be very careful. Any excitement or surprise might
kill her. I wish the doctor were here."

Some one stole across the room without a sound. The girls knew it must
be Mrs. Curtis. Neither one of them stirred nor for the instant
glanced at their friend; they were too intent on their patient. But
they were grateful for her presence. She had heard Mollie's peculiar
remarks. She would know what they ought to do when Mollie began to
talk again.

Mrs. Curtis came so close to the sick girl's bed that Madge and Phil
stepped back to let her have the nearest place. She leaned over and
looked at Mollie as though she would never grow tired of gazing at her.
Once her lips moved, but it was impossible to tell what she said. Then
Mrs. Curtis's strength seemed to give way. She dropped on her knees,
with her arms resting on the edge of Mollie's bed.

Ten minutes passed. No one moved or spoke in the tin