id and that was all, but Beverly understood, and
he went back to his mother's apartment with a very kindly feeling for
the little girl from Arizona.

Once in her own room Marjorie speedily forgot the Randolphs and their
troubles in the delight of a letter from home. Undine's handwriting was
rather immature for a girl of her age, but the letter itself was most
interesting and satisfactory.

"November Fifteenth.

"DEAR MARJORIE:

"Your aunt thinks you would like to have a letter
from me, and although I can't see how you can
possibly care about hearing from such a stupid
person, I am very glad to write.

"You have no idea how much I have missed you. If
your mother and aunt had not been so very kind I
don't think I could have borne it, but, oh,
Marjorie dear they are so good; I do hope I can
deserve just a little of all they are doing for
me. Your mother is making me a new dress--isn't it
sweet of her? She sent to Albuquerque for the
material; it is dark blue serge with a little
stripe in it, and just as pretty as it can be. I
take a sewing lesson every day from Miss Jessie,
but I know as well as can be that I shall never
learn to make things as you do.

"Another thing that makes me very happy is that
your mother is giving me lessons, and letting me
recite to her every evening. Even if I am stupid
and can't remember my own name, I don't want to
grow up ignorant. We are reading English history
together, and it is very strange, but I almost
always know what is coming next. Mrs. Graham says
she feels sure I must have learned the same things
before.

"A very strange thing happened to me one day last
week; I think I almost remembered. It was the day
your long letter to Miss Jessie came, and she was
reading it aloud to us when it happened. It was
just like the day I heard Jim singing 'Mandalay'
for the first time. It seemed to me just for one
minute that I was going to remember everything,
and I was so excited I screamed, and frightened
Mrs. Graham and Miss Jessie. Then in a flash it
was all gone again, and I was so unhapp