He had sent a message in answer to the one from Mr. Pertell saying that he and his wife were hastening across the continent in a special train. "That means he hasn't found his daughter up to this time," said the manager, "and there is every chance that this girl is she." Three days after her startling announcement Estelle or Mildred, as she was variously called, was much better. She sat up and seemed to be in her right mind. "I don't in the least know what it is all about, nor how I came here," she said, smiling. "The last I remember is being in a railroad train on my way from San Francisco to visit relatives in Seattle. There was a crash, and the next I knew I found myself in bed here. I presume you brought me here from the train wreck." "Yes, you were brought here after the--the--ah, accident," said Mr. Pertell, lamely. "The nurse tells me you are a moving picture company," went on Mildred. "I shall be interested to see how you act. I always had a half-formed desire to be a moving picture actress, but I know Daddy Passamore would never consent to it." "And she's been in the films for three years or more, and doesn't remember a thing about it!" murmured Alice. "Good-night!" "Alice!" rebuked her sister. But Alice, for once, did not care for Ruth's rebuke. Her astonishment was too great. And it was a queer case. "We must be very careful!" said Dr. Wherry when, after a swift ride across the continent, Mr. Passamore and his wife reached Oak Farm. "We must not startle the patient." "Oh, but I want to see my little girl!" cried the mother, with tears in her eyes. "My little girl whom I thought gone for ever!" "I hope this will prove to be she," said Mr. DeVere. "I'm sure it will!" cried the father. "No one but Mildred would remember her old doll--Estelle Brown!" and he held up a battered toy. Softly, the parents entered the room. The girl on the bed heard some one come in, and sat up. There was a look of joy and happiness on her face; and yet it was not such as would come after a separation of four years. It was as if she had only separated from her loved ones a few hours before. "Oh, Daddy! Momsey!" she cried. "I did so want you! And did you bring Estelle Brown?" "My little girl! My own little lost girl!" cried Mrs. Passamore. "Oh, after all these years--when we had given you up for dead!" "After all these years? Why, Momsey, I left you only two days ago to go to Seattle. There must have been a wreck or something; for I heard a dreadful crash, and then I awakened here with these nice moving picture folk. They were on the same train, I guess." Dr. Wherry made the parents a signal not to tell the secret just yet. "And did you bring Estelle?" asked Mildred. "Yes, here is your doll!" and as Mr. Passamore handed it to his daughter he and his wife exchanged tearful glances of joy. The lost had been found.