“I declare it is most strange! most strange,” he declared when she had finished, adding as he looked down and plucked distastefully at his tattered shirt: “And this is the result of my! er! temporary aberration, is it? Ah, but I remember,” he sat up suddenly, a gleam of fear in his eyes. “It was when I read of the death of my boys. Something snapped in my brain, I think. You say”! he turned to Betty, grasping her hand imploringly! “you say that my sons are well! that they are coming to me?” “Yes,” said Betty soothingly, pressing him back upon the pillow. “They are well and safe and will be with you soon! in a few days, perhaps.” “Ah,” said the little man, submitting to Betty’s touch, a happy smile on his lips, “that is good. That is very! very! good!” and with a sigh like a tired child’s, he fell asleep again! “Did you hear what he said?” whispered Betty, her eyes shining as she tip-toed from the room, closed the door softly behind her and faced her awed and incredulous chums. “He’s well, girls. He’s completely sane again.” “It’s a miracle,” said Mollie breathlessly. And so it came to pass that some little time later four good-looking young fellows, recently in the service of the greatest country on the earth, and one of them still wearing his regimentals, saw a rather unexpected sight as they swung down the path toward Wild Rose Lodge. On the porch sat an elderly, contented looking man, clad in garments that would easily have accommodated two men of his size! garments belonging to Mollie’s Uncle John, and seated about him in attitudes of lazy comfort were four young girls. These young girls who were, at least from the standpoint of the four young men, exceedingly good to look upon, were engaged in doing some sort of fancy work. All but one of them, that is; for the fourth, a girl with wavy brown hair and bright brown eyes, pink cheeks, and a dream of a mouth, was reading to the elderly man who sat in the chair of state. “Gee, Allen,” whispered one of the tall youths to the one who still wore the uniform of his country’s service, “I feel as though we were crabbing your act. Can’t we fellows do the disappearing act!!” But just at the moment the girl with the brown eyes and the pink cheeks looked up, gave one little startled cry, and dropped the book to the porch. The other girls looked up and then followed a scene that very nearly made the temporarily forgotten and neglected old man on the porch drop out of his chair in surprise. “Allen!” screamed the girls, all except the brown-haired, pink-cheeked one, who, for some unaccountable reason hung back behind the others. “You perfect angel!” “Why didn’t you let us know you were coming so that we could have been prepared?” “Oh, isn’t your uniform lovely!” “And look at the dressed-up leggings!”