In the excitement of the last few days she had forgotten her play. She opened the envelope now with steady fingers. By some intuition she knew just what she would find inside. There they were--all the sheets over which she had toiled so long, familiar, yet unfamiliar, their freshness gone from handling--tired-looking. Before she opened the master's letter she gave them a tender little pat, as though she felt very sorry for them. The master's letter told her that her play had much merit and a great deal of promise, but that it was "young." "You must know more of life, my dear young lady, live close to love and close to sorrow and learn life's lessons, before you can portray them.... And never lose faith in your work. After failure, try again--and again--and again.... Work, work, work, greatness is in effort." Nancy read the words with a thrill--it was as though he was speaking to her. Her labor of the last few months should not be in vain; her little play, though it had been a failure, had brought her this golden message from the one who had, through the effort he preached, risen to the very top. Then the last two paragraphs of the master's letter made her forget everything else. "I have had constantly in my mind that strange child who played and danced in your garden. She has haunted me. You told me her name was Nonie Hopworth. I have looked up records and have learned that the young student who, fifteen years ago, gave such promise of dramatic ability, was Ilona Carr and that she married an Eric Hopworth. This Nonie is without doubt her child. "Will you ask the child's guardians if they will allow her to come to my school at Tarrytown for a few years? There she will have the best schooling and dramatic training that my teachers can give and her talent will have an opportunity for development and growth. When she is older she shall choose for herself whether or not she will follow the calling----" "The fairy godmother has come," declared Nancy, later, bursting in upon the Hopworth family with her strange news. She had to read and re-read the letter so that they could understand and Eric Hopworth had to hear all about the afternoon at Happy House when the great Theodore Hoffman had called. At first he had decidedly opposed the plan. Liz had snorted in disapproval. Nonie had stared at first one, then another, with round, bewildered eyes. "You ought not to throw away such a chance. It's a wonderful school--I've visited there. Nonie will have splendid training----" "I know all about it," Eric Hopworth had broken in, and Nancy suddenly remembered what the master had told her. "Tell me about Nonie's mother," she begged. There was not much to tell--she had come into Eric Hopworth's life and gone out again, in a few years. "I always had a feelin' I'd cheated her of a lot," Eric Hopworth said humbly, turning in his hand the photograph he had brought out from old Dan'l's bureau to show Nancy.