"Come," she called as Beatrice shrank behind her.
A carriage came rapidly out of the darkness, and drew up before the entrance. Before it had fairly stopped the door opened, and a man sprang from it. Quickly he ran up the steps just as Adele appeared in the doorway, the broad white light of the hall lamp shining about her yellow hair like a halo, making her face with its beautiful eyes look like a cameo in a golden setting.
"Welcome home, William," began Mrs. Raymond, but her brother-in-law brushed by her with eyes only for the graceful figure beyond.
"My daughter! My dear little daughter!" he cried, clasping the astonished girl in his arms.
"How beautiful you are! You are just as I pictured you."
"Oh!" burst from Bee in such heartbroken accents that Mrs. Raymond was galvanized into action.
"William," she cried, laughing nervously, "you have made a mistake. That is my daughter, Adele. Beatrice, come and welcome your father."
Beatrice came forward slowly. All the joy and sparkle had gone out of her face, and in its misery it looked dull and heavy.
"Why, why," stammered Doctor Raymond, glancing from one girl to the other, his disappointment written plainly upon his countenance. "I thought, I certainly thought—"
"You thought that I was Bee, didn't you?" smiled Adele, gracefully disengaging herself from his embrace. "It was a funny mistake, as we are not a bit alike. Bee is so clever."