“It has been a strange ‘mix up,’” said Dr. Brookes, thoughtfully, “a tragedy, you might say, of New York and Blackwell’s Island.”
“There are many such, I fancy,” was the fair girl’s reply.
“More than any one dreams of,” answered the doctor, sadly.
When they reached the city they went directly to the flat, and as Dollie met them at the door Marion uttered an exclamation.
Her golden haired sister was looking radiantly happy, and even young Brookes could almost guess the secret.
“Oh, Dollie, is it settled at last?” asked Marion, as she kissed her.
“I’ll answer that question,” said Ralph Moore, coming forward.
“Mr. Saunders, my employer, has taken pity on me at last. He has raised my salary to twenty dollars a week, and now there is no reason why we shouldn’t be married.”
“And I want them to hurry up about it!” cried Bert Jackson’s voice, as he and Miss Allyn emerged suddenly from the kitchen.