“I don't know of anybody. There might have been some relative of Eudora's first husband. No, he was an only child. I don't think it possible that Eudora had any young girl relative.” “If she had,” said Sally, firmly, “she would have kept this dress. You are sure there was nobody else living with Content's aunt at the time she died?” “Nobody except the servants, and they were an old man and his wife.” “Then whose dress was this?” “I don't know, Sally.” “You don't know, and I don't. It is very strange.” “I suppose,” said Edward Patterson, helpless before the feminine problem, “that--Eudora got it in some way.” “In some way,” repeated Sally. “That is always a man's way out of a mystery when there is a mystery. There is a mystery. There is a mystery which worries me. I have not told you all yet, Edward.” “What more is there, dear?” “I--asked Content whose dress this was, and she said--Oh, Edward, I do so despise mysteries.” “What did she say, Sally?” “She said it was her big sister Solly's dress.” “Her what?” “Her big sister Solly's dress. Edward, has Content ever had a sister? Has she a sister now?” “No, she never had a sister, and she has none now,” declared the rector, emphatically. “I knew all her family. What in the world ails the child?” “She said her big sister Solly, Edward, and the very name is so inane. If she hasn't any big sister Solly, what are we going to do?” “Why, the child must simply lie,” said the rector. “But, Edward, I don't think she knows she lies. You may laugh, but I think she is quite sure that she has a big sister Solly, and that this is her dress. I have not told you the whole. After she came home from school to-day she went up to her room, and she left the door open, and pretty soon I heard her talking. At first I thought perhaps Lily or Amelia was up there, although I had not seen either of them come in with Content. Then after a while, when I had occasion to go up-stairs, I looked in her room, and she was quite alone, although I had heard her talking as I went up-stairs. Then I said: 'Content, I thought somebody was in your room. I heard you talking.' “And she said, looking right into my eyes: 'Yes, ma'am, I was talking.' “'But there is nobody here,' I said.