It would indeed have been hard to tell which was more eager to have that train reach its destination--Marjorie or Dorothy. Both girls felt that so much depended upon the meeting; both girls so dreaded the possibility of a disappointment. Marjorie sat in the first car, and was the first person to get out of the train. Spying Mrs. Hadley almost immediately, she rushed excitedly forward. To her joy, the girl was with her; a girl who, though without the high color Daisy had described, fitted well to the description of Olive. Mrs. Hadley introduced the girls, and they began to walk towards the cottage. “I was awfully glad you could come,” remarked Mrs. Hadley, just as if she, instead of Marjorie, had done the inviting. “Can you stay until the house party?” “Oh, thanks, but I’m afraid not. I’m having the dressmaker, but I was so bored and tired that I longed for a breath of sea air. Mother wouldn’t let me go alone to a hotel, so I just begged to descend on you. Mother thought it was an awful imposition.” Thus she explained her visit. “Not at all,” said Mrs. Hadley. “I am only too delighted to have you. It’s so quiet here now, that if it weren’t for Dorothy, I simply couldn’t stay.” When Marjorie went to her room, she asked the other girl to go with her. Dorothy was only too thankful to accept the invitation. At first Marjorie talked of the seashore, the ranch, and the Girl Scouts, tactfully leading up to the mention of the name of the girl whom she hoped to be Dorothy’s sister. “I just graduated from Miss Allen’s this summer, and I was so tired,” she explained. “By the way, that reminds me--did you ever know a girl named Daisy Gravers?” Marjorie pretended to say this casually, as she unfastened the strap of her pump, but really her hand was trembling so that she could hardly accomplish it. To her joy, Dorothy jumped suddenly to her feet, and, glancing up, Marjorie saw that her face was deathly white. “Daisy Gravers--_my sister!_” she gasped. “And I’m Olive!” Overcome by the realization, she sank to the floor in a dead faint. Overjoyed as Marjorie was at the discovery, she was terrified at the effect on Olive. Suppose she became sick again, and lost her memory after this brief moment of recollection? She shuddered at the idea; such a thing would be ghastly! But at least it would be something to have found her. Then, suddenly, Marjorie pulled herself together; there was no time now for the indulgence of such feelings. She must act, and act quickly. Summoning Mrs. Hadley to her aid, she succeeded in getting Olive in bed. Then, while the older woman called a doctor, Marjorie sat at the bedside, watching her patient gradually regain consciousness. When at last she opened her eyes, she smiled faintly at Marjorie, but she made no attempt to talk. After the doctor had gone, and the patient had slipped into a peaceful sleep, Marjorie told Mrs. Hadley the whole story.