“With a high color?” continued Marjorie, ignoring his desire for an explanation.
“No, she seemed rather pale to me.”
Again Marjorie experienced disappointment. After all, it was a comparatively common thing for people to lose their memories temporarily, and it was too much to expect that the girl might be Olive. A tear crept into her eye, but she made no attempt to brush it away.
“Do tell me why you hoped Dorothy might be Daisy Gravers’ sister!” persisted John, still in the dark about the situation.
Marjorie told her story, without mentioning Kirk’s name; she recounted the strange disappearance, the search, and last of all, Pansy troop’s resolution to do all in their power to find her. John listened in amazement, allowing himself to express the hope that Dorothy might after all be the girl they were seeking.
“For she could have thrown away her wedding ring, or left it at home, and she may have lost her color through her illness,” he suggested.
Marjorie brightened a little at the words of hope.
“Have you a picture of her?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t,” he replied. “Has Daisy?”
“No, she hasn’t one with her, and if she had, I wouldn’t want to ask her, and probably raise her hopes for nothing. No, let’s wait until we get back, and find out for ourselves.”