ow it did, the lamb,
the dear, dear lamb! I told her grandmother about it too, every word.

"Why, the day you went to Fontaine Ferry--gracious, it seems a year
ago!--she fixed a little bit of a wreath of sweet peas and tucked it
behind the picture. It must be there yet all withered."

Minnie went over to the picture, and taking the heavy frame in both
hands held the picture away from the wall a little.

Something fell to the floor, but it was not the withered flowers.

When Minnie looked down, she stared and stared and, still staring,
crumpled down on her knees, wild, round eyes on the object. Helen ran to
her.

"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Minnie, "have I gone mad?"

On the floor tied by a ribbon, was Rosanna's beautiful hair!

For a space Minnie and Helen stood as though they had been frozen.
Minnie touched the long, soft locks and again moaned but all at once
Helen commenced to dance up and down.

"Now we have her, now we have her!" she cried. "Come down and tell Mrs.
Horton, Minnie! We have found Rosanna! Come, come!"

She tried to drag Minnie to the door, but Minnie pulled back.

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

"Why, don't you see?" cried Helen. "She cut it off because she didn't
want anybody to know who she was, and everyone always looked at her
lovely hair. She gave it to her mother. Oh, _don't_ you see, Minnie? And
then she started for your house, and the automobile hit her, and I just
_know_ that is our Rosanna in the hospital! Of course Mary was sure it
was not Rosanna on account of her hair. Oh, come, let's tell her
grandmother. She does truly and truly love Rosanna, Minnie. Come, let's
tell her!"

"Yes, and then find out that it isn't Rosanna at all and break her heart
for sure," said the practical Minnie. "You go down and tell Mrs.
Hargrave will she please come up here a minute, and you see that she
comes. She will know what's best to do."

Minnie bent over the long locks so carefully brushed and tied, and again
her tears flowed while Helen sped down the stairs on her errand.

Mrs. Hargrave, who had plenty of common sense, followed at once, and her
shock and surprise when she saw the curls of dark hair equalled theirs.

"Minnie is quite right," she said, nodding her head. "Mrs. Horton is in
a very bad condition. I feel as though the little girl in the hospital
may be Rosanna, but if we should find ourselves mistaken I don't know
what the effect on Mrs. Horton would be. Say good-by to Mrs. Horton