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happened, a torrent of rain dashed down upon them. The storm which had been brewing all that sultry day broke in its fury. Hicks came running from the stable to the rescue of his helpless young mistress, Aunt Pen flew out of the house like a distracted hen, and Peace rushed frantically to the garden to save the precious picnic lunch and the box of pansies which were to be planted under the gnarled old oak nearest the lame girl's window. So it happened that baby Glen was borne away into the great house to wait until the deluge of rain and hail should cease. In the flurry of getting everything under shelter, no one thought of the mother at home, crazed with anxiety and fright; and the whole group was startled a few moments later to behold a bare-headed, wild-eyed woman, drenched to the skin, dash through the iron gates, up the walk, and straight into the house itself, without ever stopping to knock. "It's Elspeth!" cried Peace, first to find her voice. "Glen, where's Glen?" was all the frantic mother could gasp as she stood tottering and dripping in the doorway. "Ma-ma," lisped the little runaway, struggling down from Aunt Pen's lap, where he had been cuddling, and running into Elizabeth's arms. "Peace, why did you take him without saying a word?" she reproached, sinking into the nearest chair, and hugging her small son close to her breast. "I didn't--" Peace began. "I think he must have run away," volunteered the Lilac Lady, staring fixedly at Elizabeth's face with almost frightened eyes. "He squirmed through the hedge while I was alone in the garden. I had not seen the storm approaching, and it broke before I could call Peace or--" At the sound of the sweet voice, Elizabeth had abruptly risen to her feet, and after one searching glance at the white face among the cushions, cried out with girlish glee, "Myra! Can it be that Peace's Lilac Lady is my dear old chum?" "You are the same darling Beth!" cried the lame girl hysterically, clinging to the wet hand outstretched to hers. "Why didn't I guess it before? Oh, I have wanted you _so_ often--but I never dreamed of finding you here. And to think I have refused all this while to let Peace bring you!" "No, don't think about that. Her desire is accomplished, however it came about--and you are going to let me stay?" "I would keep you with me always if I could. I have been learning Peace's philosophy and find it very--" "Peaceful?" They laughed togethe
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