"And then--and then----" mused Grace. "Oh, here is a package that came by express for you to-day!" broke in Mollie. "It's marked chocolates, but----" "Please give it to me!" cried Grace. "I was wondering what had become of it." "That will keep her quiet for a while," said Will. It was three days after the sensational developments related in the preceding chapter. Mr. Blackford, recognizing the peculiar mark on Amy's arm, tentatively decided she was his long-missing sister, and a reference to the documents, as well as a communication with Mr. and Mrs. Stonington, bore this out. Amy was not the relative of the Deepdale Stoningtons. There had been a mix-up in the babies rescued from the flood, and, as far as could be learned on hasty inquiry, the child of Mrs. Stonington's relative had disappeared. "But I've got folks at last--real folks, even if it is only one," said Amy, with a loving look at her brother, who regarded her affectionately. "You are a lucky girl," whispered Mollie, with a look at Mr. Blackford--Henry they all called him now, since he was found to be related to one of the outdoor girls. "And my name is Blackford--not Stonington," Amy went on. "I will feel strange at first, but I can get used to it." "And to-morrow we'll go home for Christmas," said Betty, after a pause. "Well, of course it will be nice in Deepdale, but we have had some glorious times here; haven't we, girls?" "We have!" they all chorused--boys included. They had indulged in their last skating race at camp, and taken a final trip in the ice boat, the boys had voted to go home in the odd motor craft, but the girls were to go by train, starting in the morning. "And now, one last song," suggested Betty. "All has ended well and happily from the finding of Amy's brother to the regaining of Mr. Ford's land. One last song!" They sang a Christmas carol, and then, in order to be up early, they went to bed soon afterward. "Well, I wonder what will be next?" asked Mollie, as she bade Betty good-night. "Can you imagine anything else happening to us?" "I don't know," answered Betty, reflectively. "There are many more things that _might_ happen." And what they were will be related in the next volume of this series, which will be entitled: "The Outdoor Girls in Florida; Or, Wintering in the Sunny South." There we shall meet our old friends again in the land of oranges and magnolias, and learn how they saw unusual sights in the wilds of the interior. "You must wake and call me early, call me early, Mollie dear, for soon it will be Christmas, the best time of all the year." Thus chanted Will next morning under the window of the cabin occupied by the outdoor girls. But the girls were already up, and packing.