Mrs. White had already telephoned to the boys at Cadet Hall, telling them the cup had been found. Major Dale took delight in imparting the same news to the local authorities.
“And now,” said Mrs. White, “since we have found Urania, and she has found the cup, I suppose I shall have to give her that brand new one-hundred-dollar bill I have been saving as the cup reward.”
Dorothy and Miette tried to make Urania understand—she seemed so queer, stunned, or shocked.
“Won’t that be wonderful?” said Miette, smiling.
“And won’t we have great times?” went on Dorothy, slightly lowering the head of the steamer chair in which Urania was pillowed.
Urania looked around her, in a strange, startled way. Then she took Dorothy’s hand. “I think I’ll like to go to school now,” she stammered.
“Of course you will,” spoke Mrs. White. “You want to be just like the other girls, smart, clean and—pretty. Then you, too, may be one of Dorothy’s chums!”
“Yes! yes! always!” murmured Urania. “She is so good!”
Here let me add a few more words, and then bring my tale to a close.
Some days later Dorothy and Miette returned to Glenwood and were royally received by both teachers and scholars. Miette gave her party, and never had the school seen a better time.