on had come into her face.

"Who's Jim?" she demanded sharply.

"Only one of Father's men. He used to be a cow-puncher in Texas. I think
you must have seen him; he's about the ranch a good deal."

The hoof-beats were drawing nearer, and the rider had begun another
verse of his song.

"'Er petticoat was yaller,
An' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supy Yawler,
Jes' the same as Thebaw's queen.'"

"I know that song," cried Undine excitedly, clasping and unclasping her
hands, and she began reciting in a dreamy, far-away voice:

"'An' I see 'er first a smokin'
Of a whackin' big sheroot,
An' wastin' Christian kisses
On a 'eathen idol's foot.'

"Somebody used to sing it. Who was it? Oh, tell me quick; I must
remember, I must, I must!"

She turned imploringly to Miss Graham and Marjorie, but the two blank,
puzzled faces gave her no help, and with a low cry, the poor child
covered her face with her hands, and began to sob. Marjorie's kind arms
were round her friend in a moment, but it was no easy task to stem the
torrent of Undine's grief.

"Oh, help me to remember, please, please do help me!" she wailed,
between hysterical sobs and gasps. "I almost remembered, and now it's
all gone again. Oh, what shall I do--what shall I do?"

"You'll remember it all some time, dear, I know you will," soothed
Marjorie, crying herself from pure sympathy. "Do try not to mind quite
so much, Undine. I know it must be terrible, but we're all so sorry for
you, and we'll try to make you happy, indeed we will."

By this time horse and rider had reached the ranch house, and Jim
Hathaway, a freckled, red-haired youth, had sprung to the ground, and
was regarding the scene in undisguised astonishment.

"Have you brought us any letters to-day, Jim?" Miss Graham asked, by way
of relieving the situation.

"Yes'm; there's two for Mr. Graham, and some newspapers, and a
magazine."

"Ask him where he learned that song," whispered Undine to Marjorie. She
was still trembling, and seemed very much agitated.

"Where did you learn that song you were singing just now, Jim?" Marjorie
inquired, eagerly; "the one about the 'Road to Mandalay,' you know?"

Jim looked rather vague.

"Blessed if I remember," he said. "I picked it up somewhere, but I
couldn't rightly say where it was."

"Won't you please try to remember?" said Undine, lifting her
t