"Do you think you could go through it, dear?" he asked, turning to Elsie. "I ought to bear something a great deal harder," cried Elsie suddenly. "No, you ought not, my dear," rejoined Mrs. Middleton. "No, Jack, it would be too hard on Elsie--on any young girl; and, besides, it would hurt her influence at the library and with the schoolgirls. If people could understand everything clearly, it would be another matter, but they couldn't. Elsie's best friends know it. For my part, I don't believe she deserves any punishment for doing wrong unconsciously--especially since she's been such an angel of mercy to this house. But even if she had, she's suffered enough already to atone--with plenary grace." "She's got to go by some name," Miss Pritchard remarked palpably, but that gave Mrs. Middleton a suggestion. "I know," she cried. "Oh, Jack! Oh, Elsie!" and her face was quite irradiated with love and good-will. "I know exactly what we'll do! Elsie is just seventeen. We'll adopt her, Jack, for our own daughter, and she shall wear our name henceforth. She shall be Elsie Middleton, and Elsie Moss shall remain Elsie Moss, and they'll really be cousins." She held out her arms, and Elsie nestled into them. "My dearest Mildred!" cried her husband, going over to them in his enthusiasm. "Isn't she wonderful?" he demanded, and almost in the same breath asked Miss Pritchard's consent to legalize the adoption. "Of course, only after suitable arrangements and provision were made, Miss Pritchard. All we want now is your general or conditional approval." Miss Pritchard smiled as she sighed. "I'm sure I don't know what the Pritchards would say, but if Elsie's willing I confess I don't see any objection." Elsie's expression made any questioning of her unnecessary. "My own Elsie, my darling daughter," murmured Mrs. Middleton in her sentimental way, stroking Elsie's hair. But, strange to say, Elsie found it all very grateful. "As to Elsie M--" Miss Pritchard began, when she was interrupted by a knock on the door, which she had left ajar (greatly to Kate's approval), and Elsie Moss burst in. In the excitement of the moment, she seemed her old self again--though Miss Pritchard knew it to be a lovelier self. She stood a moment in the doorway, a charming little figure in a smart rose-colored linen suit with a large drooping hat perched coquettishly upon her short locks, her dimples very conspicuous. Then she rushed upon Elsie Marley, who had come forward shyly, and flung her arms about her. Then she turned, her arm still about the other girl, to Miss Pritchard. "I couldn't wait any longer, Cousin Julia," she said sweetly. "I just had to see Elsie-Honey." "We're to be real cousins," the other whispered, and the quick-witted girl understood at once.