“But when I found out her real reason for wanting to meet you, as she told it to me that last night at home, I was very glad I had promised to do all in my power to grant her request. It seems that she had lost her memory, and could recall nothing except her escape from a hospital, when she wandered into the pavilion where mother found her. She does not even know her real name, but adopted Dorothy Snyder as the first one that came into her head.
“And then when she heard Miss Allen’s School mentioned, she said something sounded strangely familiar; and when I mentioned Girl Scouts, she grew even more interested. So perhaps—”
But Marjorie, who had been leaning forward tensely, listening breathlessly to every word, interrupted him with a wild cry of delight. Perhaps—it was possible—that this girl might be Daisy’s sister!
“Did she wear a wedding ring?” she demanded, seizing both of John’s knees, as if she would like to shake the answer out of him, in order to get it more quickly.
John thoughtfully shook his head.
“No, she didn’t. Why?”
“Oh!” she sighed, limply dropping back in the canoe. “I thought maybe she was Daisy’s sister!”
“Daisy’s sister?” repeated John, in perplexity. “Daisy who?”
“Daisy Gravers, of course. Was she pretty?”
“Yes, very. But—?”