"Oh, Molly, Molly!" he cried out beseechingly, "I love you! And I'm free to love you! Won't you please come to me?" [Illustration: "It's only Carl," he said] Sliding very cautiously out of the big, deep chair, Molly came walking hesitatingly towards him. Like a little wraith miraculously tinted with bronze and blue she stopped and faced him piteously for a second. Then suddenly she made a little wild rush into his arms and burrowed her small frightened face in his shoulder. "Oh, Carl, Sweetheart!" she cried. "I can really love you now? Love you, Carl--love you! And not have to be just Molly Make-Believing any more!" THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's Molly Make-Believe, by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott