"What a pity your mother should have trusted them. Well, Helka, when we find David, he will find your father. What was his name?"
"Some day I will show you the letter, then you will know all my strange history. My music I inherited. My father was a fine musician."
The winds of the White Mountains sang a song of tired summer. The leaves brushed the windows, and the two girls fell to dreaming.
Cora thought of Jack, of Ed and of Walter; then of the dear, darling girls! Oh, what would she not give for one moment with them?
Helka dreamed of David—of the handsome boy who had risked his life to get a note to her; then of how he followed her to America, and how he had, ever since, sent her those letters!
Yes, she must risk all for freedom!
CHAPTER XXVI
SURPRISES
"Some one wants Dr. Robbins on the 'phone."
The hall boy brought the message. Dr. Robbins jumped up from her book and hurried to the hall telephone.