"The Lord be praised!" shouted Villard with a glad light in his eyes. Resuming his rapid gait, he left Barbour puffing along, behind. "And she has asked for 'Drury'--and insists upon seeing him," panted Barbour. "How could she know of you? I tell you, sir, it's very strange! She has always lived in one place. She knows nothing of your helpfulness in rescuing her from the wreck. All she realizes is that there was a collision and that she has waked up in a palace. She seems not to know that her memory has been lost since the accident." "When did this change take place--and where?" demanded Villard, soberly. "She was in the hammock on the west veranda--and had dozed off after playing like a little child among the flowers." Villard stood quite still for a few moments and looked up into the skies. Then turning toward Barbour he said: "A miracle has taken place before our very eyes. It would be sacrilege to even try to fathom such mystery. But we will never cease to thank that Wonderful Spirit which has helped your daughter into a normal condition. Come let us hurry along!" he commanded of the mystified father, after the fashion of those born to rule. A moment more and Drury Villard stood looking down into the eyes of the lovely creature whom God had sent to him--"to have and to hold, until death do us part." "Do you know me, little woman?" he asked tenderly. "Yes, you're Mr. Drury!" "Right--but when you awoke from your lapse of memory you asked for 'Drury'--and that is my given name," said he, his eyes twinkling. "Now isn't that strange, sir? I had never heard that name until just a few moments ago. Of course, I must have dreamed it. What has happened to me, and my father? I remember I was in a dreadful accident--did you know that? It occurred this morning--where am I now? It seems like Heaven!" said she, smiling up into Villard's face. Their eyes met, but after a searching glance, the new Winifred withdrew her beautiful gray-blue orbs from the contest and gazed out upon the gardens where gay flowers bloomed and flitting birds winged their way from tree to tree. "And you are sure that you have quite recovered?" he asked, solicitously, wondering whether or not he should tell her of the real lapse of the time since in his arms he had borne her to his home. "Oh, entirely so, and I feel so grateful, and so fortunate. I am sorry indeed to be wearing borrowed clothing. The dress I wore this morning was perfectly new--the first time I had worn it. We were going to the big city and I was so happy. I have never visited New York, but I'm satisfied with this dreamland--only it will be hard to come back to earth, all in one short day." Drury Villard smiled at the thought, and releasing her hand he drew up a great lounging settee which afforded him a seat beside her. "Perhaps I should tell you something about the accident," said he, looking into her eyes for consent.