erything back with a rush and
the knowledge that she had been mourned as dead for nearly three years
was almost more than she could bear. But she is young and strong, and a
good night's sleep will do wonders for her. When I think of what we owe
to you and your--" The doctor's voice broke suddenly, and he impulsively
held out his hand.

"I think our obligations are mutual," said Mrs. Graham, smiling, though
there were tears in her eyes. "According to Marjorie's last letter, you
and Mrs. Randolph have been making our little girl very happy, while
your niece has been a great comfort to us. It is all so strange and
wonderful that I can scarcely realize yet that it isn't a dream."

It was pitiful to see Undine cling to her brother; she could not bear to
have him out of her sight for a moment, and Beverly himself, almost
stunned by the great shock of the discovery that Undine and Barbara were
really one and the same, coming at the end of four days of almost
unendurable suspense, could do little beyond hovering over his sister,
in joy and thankfulness too deep for words.

"Does Mother know, Beverly?" Undine whispered, late that evening, when
the two were alone together.

"No, Babs, she doesn't know yet, but we are going to take you home just
as soon as we can. We couldn't let Mother even suspect until we were
sure ourselves. Marjorie was certain she recognized your photograph, but
Uncle George and I couldn't believe it was true; it seemed so
impossible."

"Poor, poor Mother," sighed Undine; "oh, Beverly, how unhappy she must
have been!"

"Don't talk about it, Babs; you know Uncle George doesn't want you to
talk. You must try to go to sleep, so as to be able to start for home as
soon as possible."

"I'm afraid to go to sleep," protested Undine, feverishly. "Perhaps when
I wake I shall have forgotten everything again. Oh, Beverly, don't let
me forget again."

"Of course we won't let you," said Beverly, putting a strong arm around
her, protectingly. "You are quite safe now, you know, Babs darling,
Uncle George and I are here, and we're going to take you home to
Mother."

Undine breathed a deep sigh of relief, as she nestled in her brother's
arms, and when she fell asleep at last it was with Beverly's hand
clasped fast in hers.

But after a long night's sleep, and a joyful waking, to find that she
had not forgotten again, Undine was quite a different creature, and
during the morning that followed she was able to give