"O Phil!" Madge faltered, "you don't think Mollie is going to——"
"Sh-sh!" returned Phyllis warningly. "Don't show her you are surprised at anything she says."
Madge clenched her hands to keep them from trembling, but she could feel her knees shaking under her.
The patient opened her eyes again. "I fell off the yacht, didn't I?" she inquired. "It's funny, but I couldn't think what had happened to me for a long time. I was trying to remember all night. It was such a long night. I kept seeing dreadful, rude men, who were cruel to me. I must have been dreaming. Where is my mother? Why doesn't she come to me?"
"Your mother!" exclaimed Madge. A glance from Phil silenced her.
"Your mother can't come to you now, she is——" Phyllis faltered.
"Never mind," the gentle girl spoke faintly. "Mother may be resting. She must have been dreadfully frightened when she learned I had tumbled overboard. I think something fell and struck me on the head."
"Don't talk any more, please, dear," entreated Phyllis. "You can tell us all about what happened when you have rested a little longer. You are very tired."
The sick girl dozed again. Phyllis and Madge slipped their aching arms out from under their patient's pillow.
"Mollie's memory has come back to her, hasn't it?" Madge breathed in her chum's ear. "I wonder if it will go away again, or if she will remember more about herself when she is stronger?"