er heard the name Estelle Brown. I am not she--that is certain.
If you would only take me home! My people will be worried. We live at
the Palace and----"

She tried to raise herself up in bed. A look of pain came over her face,
and she fell back with closed eyes.

"She has fainted!" cried Miss Lyon. "I must get Dr. Wherry at once!
Don't disturb her!"

She hastened off, while Ruth and Alice, not knowing what to think, went
softly from the room.

CHAPTER XXV

REUNION

"Nothing but a passing fancy," said Dr. Wherry, later in the day, when
Ruth and Alice questioned him about Estelle. "When a person has received
a hard blow on the head, as Estelle has, the memory is often confused.
She will be all right in a day or so. Rest and quiet are what she
needs."

"Then she is in no immediate danger?" asked Mr. Pertell.

"None whatever, physically. She came out of that fall very well, indeed.
The blow on her head stunned her, but the effects of that will pass
away. She has no internal injuries that I can discover."

The last scenes of the war play were taken. The Confederates, after
their final desperate stand were driven back, surrounded and captured.
The "war" ended.

The regiments of cavalry took their departure. The extra players were
paid off and left. A few simple scenes were yet to be taken about Oak
Farm, but the big work was over, and every one was glad, for the task
had been no easy one.

"Does Estelle yet admit her identity?" asked Ruth of Dr. Wherry, two
days after the accident.

The physician scratched his head in perplexity.

"No, I am sorry to say she doesn't," he answered. "She does not seem to
recognize that name. I wish you and your sister would come in and speak
to her again. It may be she will recognize you this time. A little shock
may bring her to herself. I have seen it happen in cases like this."

Ruth and Alice again went to the hospital. Estelle was still in bed, but
she seemed to be better. But, as before, there was no sign of
recognition in the bright eyes that gazed at the two moving picture
girls.

"Don't you know me--us?" asked Alice, gently.

"Yes. You were here before, soon after I was brought here," was the
answer.

"Oh, Estelle! don't you know us!" cried Ruth, in horror.

"Whom are you calling Estelle?"

"Why, you. That is your name."

"I am not she. You must be mistaken! Oh, I wish they would take me home.
I want father--mother--I want Auntie Amma. Oh, why don't