"Kathleen, do you remember the strange story you told us about Daisy Lynn?" she asked. "Well, she is here in this house! She is no more insane than you are, and is your living image--only, perhaps, not _quite_ as pretty. She knows all you suffered in her place, and is just dying to meet you. Will you come down?" "I should like to have her come up here," answered Kathleen, who felt as if she would like to be quite alone at first with Daisy Lynn, the fair young girl whose line of life had so strangely and tragically crossed her own. Mrs. Franklyn understood her wish, and a few minutes afterward she led Daisy to Kathleen's door and gently withdrew. They looked at each other--the two beautiful young creatures--then they smiled at the likeness they saw in each other's faces. At that smile their hearts leaped to each other. "Daisy Lynn! Oh, you poor darling!" cried Kathleen, holding out her arms. Daisy ran into them. They kissed, then wept together. They sat down side by side on the bed, like two sisters, and wept like little children for a while; then Daisy wiped her eyes, and said, piteously: "Oh, Miss Carew, can you _ever_ forgive me?" "It was not your fault, Daisy, darling. But you must call me Kathleen; you know we are not strangers to each other. I know all about you. I have lived at your home, slept in your pretty room, and--can _you_ ever forgive _me_, dear?--I read your sweet diary! I was so lonely and so curious over the girl whose identity had become mixed with mine." "It was very silly, was it not?--that is all I regret about it," Daisy Lynn answered, blushing crimson. Then she looked fearlessly into Kathleen's eyes as she added: "But I am cured now. I despise him. I could not love him now if he begged me on his knees!" "I am glad of that, dear, for he was not worthy of you," said Kathleen, fervently. "You know him?" cried the other girl, in surprise, and then Kathleen told her all about her wicked step-brother. She was rejoiced to see how disgusted Daisy Lynn became with the accomplished villain who had once been the hero of her girlish dreams. "But, Daisy, tell me where you have been all this time?" said Kathleen, curiously; and Daisy smiled as she answered: