"More than anything else in the world."
"So be it, then. Since the father in the parable could forgive his prodigal, I can—I will forgive mine."
And so it came about that Bob Ellis returned home, to begin a new life and be a comfort when he had hitherto been only a sorrow. The whole household rejoiced over his return, and Miss Burnard was especially interested in the young man, for in him she recognised a patient whom she had visited in a hospital a year or two before, and in whom—she had felt sure—were great possibilities for good.
"It's time we stopped calling Dina, the wrong twin," said Gerald, the first time that the invalids came downstairs to an early dinner. "She's always doing things that no one else likes to do, and she's the pluckiest little beggar that ever was, and the tender-heartedest."
"Oh, don't, Gerry dear!" pleaded Dina. "I'm so often wrong; I'm always getting into trouble, and—"
"Getting other folks out!" whispered Brother Bob.
"Well," said Miss Burnard, "if to be the wrong twin means to be always striving—in spite of difficulties and temptations—to do right; if it means to confess oneself in the wrong and to try to make amends—then, Dina darling, there is not one of us who would not be glad to change with you and be a wrong twin too."
"Hear! Hear!" said Mr. Ellis.
"Three cheers for the righter of the two right twins!" cried Gerald.
THE END.