When she dared stay in the attic no longer, Marian kissed the picture, wrapped it in the white shawl and laid it tenderly away. As she did so she noticed for the first time a folded newspaper on the bottom of the chest. Inside the paper was a small photograph. Marian tiptoed to the attic stairs and listened a moment before she looked at the photograph. Then she uttered a low exclamation of delight. There was no doubt that the face in the oval frame was her mother's, for the small picture was a photograph of Marian's father and a beautiful woman. "It's the same head," whispered the child, "and oh, how pretty she is. I am so glad she is my mother! "I wonder what they saved an old newspaper so carefully for?" continued Marian. "Maybe I had better look at it. What does this mean? 'Claimed by Relatives,' who was claimed, I wonder? Oh! I was! Now I'll find out all I want to know because, only see how much it tells!" Marian laid the photograph down and read the article from beginning to end. She didn't see George Washington when she passed him on the landing on the way down-stairs and for the rest of the day the child was so quiet every one in the house marveled. There were no concerts that evening. The leading soprano had too much on her mind. The following morning Marian sharpened her lead pencil and opened her diary. After looking for a moment at the white page she closed the book. "No use writing down what you are sure to remember," she remarked, "and besides that, it is all too sad and finished. I am going outdoors and have some fun." Marian was in the back yard watching a cricket, when Ella sauntered down the path singing, "Good-morning, Merry Sunshine." "Where are you going, sweetheart?" called her mother from the kitchen window. "Just down here by the fence to get some myrtle leaves," Ella replied and went on singing. Marian bent over the cricket nor did she look up although Ella gave her surprising information as she passed. "If I were you, Miss Marian Lee, I'll tell you what I'd do, I'd pack my doll and everything I wanted to take with me, Because in the very early morning, You're surely going away To a country town where you will stay Until school begins again. "I knew they were going to send you somewhere, But I didn't know just when, Until I just now heard my father and mother Both talking all about it. I know you'll have a pretty good time, I wish I were going too, But maybe you'll find some girls to play with, I'm sure I hope you do." Marian smiled but dared not reply, especially as the singer broke down and laughed and Aunt Amelia knew there were no funny lines in "Good-morning, Merry Sunshine." The hint was enough. Marian straightened her affairs for a journey and a long absence from home. CHAPTER XV LITTLE SISTER TO THE DANDELION