It was the first time that Mr.Forbes had seen Betty.

She was lying with her brown curls tossed back on the pillows, her eyes still bandaged; but the smile on the little mouth was one of the sweetest, gladdest things he had ever seen.

Involuntarily he stooped and kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Who is it ?" asked Betty, reaching out a wondering little hand, "Eugenia's father ?" "Lloyd calls me Cousin Carl," answered Mr.Forbes, taking the groping fingers in his, "and I think that the little Betty that everybody is so fond of might call me that, too." "I'll be glad to--Cousin Carl," said the child, bashfully, and that was the beginning of a warm and steadfast friendship.
Eugenia waited until later, when her father and Mrs.Sherman had left the room, before she opened her packages.
"Hold fast all I give you!" she exclaimed, gaily, tossing a tiny white box into Joyce's lap and another into Lloyd's.

But the third one she opened, and, taking out the ring it held, slipped it on Betty's finger.
"They are all like the one papa gave me," she said, "and have Tusitala's name inside to help me remember the Memory roads that Betty told us about." "It will remind me of more than that," said Betty gratefully, when she and the girls had expressed their thanks in a chorus of delighted exclamations.

"It will remind me of the happiest day in my life.