“And you all forgive me?” whispered Adele, still unable to believe him.
The young man took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
“You are as dear to me as ever, sis,” he said, assuringly, “and every member of the family is yearning to embrace you.”
“Then you can go home at once,” cried Marion, delightedly.
Archie Ray gave her a look that set her heart to beating wildly.
“Yes, she can go home at once,” he repeated, gladly, “while you and I, Miss Marlowe, go to rescue Dollie.”
Marion thanked him with a glance from her starry eyes. She appreciated his kindness keenly—he was a friend indeed in her hour of trouble.
“I must give you back your pretty clothes, Miss Gray,” she said, smiling and blushing, “but I confess I almost dread to get back into my poor little frock! I am afraid my brief glimpse of fashion has spoiled me.”
In a very few words Adele Ray explained about them to her brother.
“I shall never wear them again, pray keep them,” she urged, as Marion still hesitated. “They would only remind me of associations which I must try to forget. Do keep them, Miss Marlowe, you look so pretty in them.”