"_My soul!_" cried Pippin. "What's the matter, Miss Mary?" "What has happened, Mary?" Mr. Hadley had risen, too; both men stood looking at her in concern. Had she struck her head against something? the chaplain asked anxiously. Mary was very well, she thanked Mr. Hadley; she had a little headache, that was all. She kept her eyes fixed on the chaplain, not even glancing at Pippin. "I came," she said, "to tell you--Mr. Hadley, I heard what--what the young man was saying, and I came to tell you. I am Mary Blossom. It's me he is looking for." "_You!_" Pippin sprang forward, with a shout that rang through the house. "You, Miss Flower!" "My mother gave me the name of Flower when I went to the Home!" Mary spoke quickly and steadily, her eyes still fixed on those kind blue ones that always seemed to know what you were going to say before you said it. "She didn't want my father to find me; I didn't either. He was--he--never mind!" she hurried on. "But I am Mary Blossom, and I will go to see my--father, and try to do my duty by him." She paused. "That's all!" she said, and turned, still with that blind, stricken look, as if to leave the room. "Stay, Mary!" Mr. Hadley took her hand gently. "No wonder you are bewildered, my child. Sit down, won't you? Let us talk it over. This is wonderful news, indeed!" "I guess it is!" Pippin had found words at last. "Miss Mary--I--I am clean dumbfoundered, I guess. You! You, little May Blossom that I used to play with, back there in the lane? Well, if ever there was a dunderhead in this world it's me, it sure is. Green grass--I would say, Glory to God! Why, little May! Why, of course it is! Why, look at the color of her hair, will you? Just like he said it was, color of a yearlin' heifer! And--did ever you see a bonehead, Elder? 'Cause you see one now. May Blossom!" He moved nearer, and held out both hands with an appealing gesture. "Look at me, won't you? Look at Pippin! Don't you rec'lect how we'd play together? You couldn't say my name plain at first. 'Pittin!' you'd say. 'Pippin!' I'd say. 'Say Pippin, kiddy!' and you says--I can hear you now--'Pip-_pin!_' you says; and then--what--what's the matter, Miss--Miss Mary? You ain't mad with me, are you?" He faltered into silence. Mary's eyes still clung to the chaplain's desperately. "You must excuse me!" she said. Her voice trembled; she shook as if with cold. "I--my head aches; I must go back--" "Yes, my dear!--go up and lie down!" said the kindly chaplain. "Take a good rest! I'll tell Mrs. Aymer you are not well."