And let us hope that tomorrow, when that poor girl comes into her senses again, she will be able to tell us all of the wonderful story." "There is one thing I should have mentioned, sir, which slipped my mind," Hugh went on to say just then.

"Always in her delirium she seems to be pleading with someone not to deny her a place under his family roof with her little Joey.

And it is to an imaginary _grandfather_ she is appealing, so pathetically that I have seen my mother crying time and again, for very sympathy." "A grandfather, and cruel at that!" said the old man, shaking his head, while the tears rolled unheeded down his furrowed cheeks.

"At least, that does not apply to me.

She will learn presently that we stand ready to take her into our hearts and home as our own.