“She is there--Phil! Yes? They wouldn’t lie to me. All these weeks!” she said softly. “I don’t think I could bear it much longer, Phil!” The tears were on her cheeks, raining down and he put his rough face against her, adrift in a new world. And over the great lake the sun burst out, on a flashing car--and the door flung wide to Betty Harris’s mother, flying with swift, sure foot up the great, stone steps.... “This way, ma’am--she’s in here--her own room--this way, ma’am.” She was kneeling by the great canopied bed, her head bent very low. The brown face trembled a breath... the child put up a hand in her dream, “Mother-dear!” she said--and dreamed on.... THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Mr. Achilles, by Jennette Lee