girl, we cannot possibly know that; we must have
patience. Have you had other dreams?"

"Yes. The other night I dreamt I was playing with a boy in a swamp.
There was a black woman in the dream, too; she scolded us, but I wasn't
a bit afraid of her. Do you think perhaps they were people I used to
know?"

"I don't know, dear; it may be possible, but you mustn't let these
things worry you. You are happy here with us, are you not?"

"Happy!" cried the girl, with sparkling eyes, "I never expected to be so
happy anywhere. As long as I live I shall never forget all you and Mr.
and Mrs. Graham have done for me, but I can't help wanting to remember."

"Of course you can't; that is quite natural. We all want you to
remember, too, but we must have patience. The more you strain your
brain, the longer it may take for the memory to come back. You have been
a great comfort to us since Marjorie went away; I told her so in my last
letter."

"I am so glad," said Undine, smiling. "I promised Marjorie I would try,
but of course I knew I could never take her place. Oh, Miss Jessie, you
said I might read Marjorie's last letter. It came when I was out, you
know, and I didn't hear you read it to Mrs. Graham."

"So I did, I am glad you reminded me, for I had forgotten all about it.
It was written from the place in Virginia where she has been spending
the holidays, and tells all about their Christmas festivities. It is in
the right-hand drawer of my desk--you may read it whenever you like."

Undine glanced at the book in Miss Graham's lap.

"If you don't want me for anything, and are going to stay here for a
while, I think I will go and read it now," she said; "I love Marjorie's
letters."

"Very well, dear; I want to finish this book before we begin the one we
are going to read together. It won't take me more than fifteen minutes."

Undine scrambled to her feet.

"All right," she said; "I'll be back before that. Oh, Miss Jessie, isn't
the air glorious to-day? It makes me feel so happy and excited; just as
if something were going to happen."

Undine tripped away to the house, and Miss Graham, as she opened her
book, heard the clear young voice singing:

"'A Highland laddie lives over the lea;
A laddie both noble and gallant and free.'"

The song died away in the distance, and Miss Jessie became absorbed in
her story. It was very still, and not a sound came to disturb her until
she had turned the last page.