"But I saw your pigtail hanging down. There was a bit of light on it, and it shone."
Pamela went back to the foot of the bed, and leaned there.
"Look here, Hughie," she said seriously, "if I say a thing you'd believe me, wouldn't you?"
Hughie gripped his ankles with either small brown hand and gazed back at her thoughtfully.
"I should believe you--if you said a true thing," he said.
"Well, I'm going to say a true thing. The girl you saw wasn't me--I mean, I."
"Oh!" said Hughie, "who was she, then?"
"I don't know any more than you do, but I'd venture to bet a shilling that she's the same girl Mollie Shard saw. Don't you remember when Mollie said she saw me, out by Mainsail Cottage on Tuesday morning. Well, I wasn't."
"Oh," murmured Hughie again--then, "I remember what Mollie said, but why didn't you say it wasn't you, Pam?"
"I was thinking about something rather queer that I saw myself; kind of adding them together."