can have it Saturday."

"You found it where you thought it was? You know it's his?"

"Yes, it was just where I thought, and it's the same violin I've seen
him play hundreds of times. It's all right, only laying so long it needs
fixing."

"Oh Aunt Margaret! Can I ever wait?"

"It does seem a long time, but how could I help it? You couldn't do
anything with it as it was. You see, it had been hidden away in a
garret, and it needed cleaning and drying to make it fit to play again.
You can have it Saturday sure. But Elnora, you've got to promise me that
you will leave it here, or in town, and not let your mother get a hint
of it. I don't know what she'd do."

"Uncle Wesley can bring it here until Monday. Then I will take it to
school so that I can practise at noon. Oh, I don't know how to thank
you. And there's more than the violin for which to be thankful. You've
given me my father. Last night I saw him plainly as life."

"Elnora you were dreaming!"

"I know I was dreaming, but I saw him. I saw him so closely that a tiny
white scar at the corner of his eyebrow showed. I was just reaching out
to touch him when he disappeared."

"Who told you there was a scar on his forehead?"

"No one ever did in all my life. I saw it last night as he went down.
And oh, Aunt Margaret! I saw what she did, and I heard his cries! No
matter what she does, I don't believe I ever can be angry with her
again. Her heart is broken, and she can't help it. Oh, it was terrible,
but I am glad I saw it. Now, I will always understand."

"I don't know what to make of that," said Margaret. "I don't believe in
such stuff at all, but you couldn't make it up, for you didn't know."

"I only know that I played the violin last night, as he played it, and
while I played he came through the woods from the direction of Carneys'.
It was summer and all the flowers were in bloom. He wore gray trousers
and a blue shirt, his head was bare, and his face was beautiful. I could
almost touch him when he sank."

Margaret stood perplexed. "I don't know what to think of that!" she
ejaculated. "I was next to the last person who saw him before he was
drowned. It was late on a June afternoon, and he was dressed as you
describe. He was bareheaded because he had found a quail's nest before
the bird began to brood, and he gathered the eggs in his hat and left it
in a fence corner to get on his way home; they found it afterward."

"Was he coming from Carneys'?"

"He w