Mrs. Harriwell sat in the hall, and was evidently much distressed.
Dorothy stepped up to her, and the woman started.
"Molly!" she gasped. Then she saw her mistake.
"But we have come to take you to Molly," said Dorothy, "and I want to be the first to tell you the good news! Molly is better!"
"Better!" repeated the woman vaguely, the deep lines of trouble shadowing her pale face.
"Yes, she wants to see you—she knows all about everything——"
"Your daughter, madam," said Major Dale, "has recovered her reason."
"Impossible!" gasped the poor mother.
"Not at all," declared the major. "But come along, and you will see for yourself."
An attendant had stepped up, and was looking curiously at Dorothy. She took her father's hand.