"She—she doesn't know us," whispered Ruth.
"She will, as soon as you speak," said Miss Lyon. "Just talk to her in a low voice, but naturally. She'll know you then, I'm sure."
"How—how are you feeling?" asked Ruth, in a whisper.
There was no response—no light of recognition in the eyes.
"A little louder and call her by name," suggested the nurse.
"You try, Alice," Ruth whispered.
Her sister stepped to the bedside.
"Estelle, don't you know me?" Alice asked.
The eyes turned in the direction of the voice.
"Were you speaking to me?" came the question, and both Ruth and Alice started at the changed tones of their friend.