Though I recognized her, would she know me, as she was so young when we parted? That thought troubled me. I did a great deal of thinking in that moment of silence. How fast we think at times! I bowed and said, “Good morning. My name is Japhet, Charles Japhet. Are you Miss Strangway?” “Yes,” she replied. “Then you remember Mr. and Mrs. Strangway, of Wazirabad?” I asked. “Oh! yes, surely I do,” she quickly answered, with animation. “They adopted me, I was as their daughter, their only child, and how they loved me! O, if they had only lived, I would not have become what I am now.” She bowed forward, her face in her hands, and sobbed bitterly. I could have cried, too, and why not? Quickly the thought came to me, “Don’t let your feelings run away with your sense, for you need all the sense you have got.” After she had recovered a little, I asked, “Do you remember where Mr. and Mrs. Strangway got you?” She thought a moment, and replied, “Not very clearly, all I remember, that there was a great big house, and a great number of girls, with nice white frocks; that a lady came one day, took me by the hand and led me away; that is all I recollect, and I suppose that this lady must have been Mrs. Strangway, for I was with her always afterward.” “So you remember the frocks; just like girls!” I couldn’t help saying. She smiled. It was that playful smile that I so well remembered, and which I was glad to see, even in her sad condition, and though my heart was breaking with sorrow and dread. “But do you remember nothing about a little brother of yours?” I asked. “Nothing but this,” she answered. “I remember a long, dusty road. One day the little boy, my brother, I think, went to climb a tree to get me a flower or some fruit, and a great big monkey up in the tree made faces and chattered at him, and when the little boy ran away from the tree the monkey chased him, and I was in a great fright for his sake. That is all I remember.” How vividly I recalled that scene! How frightened I was as I saw that monster grinning at me, and how I ran with him after me, and another thing, that the little sister picked up a stick, and came to defend me, bravely shaking the stick at the vicious brute. There was no more doubt, so I said, “I am your brother.” She sprang to her feet, exclaiming, “You my brother? You that little brother? Come in quickly!” For I had been standing outside. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Why shouldn’t she? “You my brother? You my brother?” she repeated, as if it was impossible. “Yes, and you are my sister, my long lost sister!” I replied.