"And I suppose they did. Reine, stop walking about the floor like Crazy Jane, in your bare feet, and either come into my bed or go back to your own."
"I am going," said Reine; "please forgive me, Nell, for spoiling your sleep."
"Don't mention it. We can talk all the rest in the morning. If you are allowed to go on any more now, you will be mad to-morrow, and, what is worse, you will have a cold in your head."
Nell curled herself up in her pillows again, and was soon fast asleep. But Reine could not sleep; and came down to breakfast next morning looking as pale as a ghost.
After Mr. Enderby had gone to his study Nell began:
"Mamma, do you know Reine has got a bee in her bonnet!"
"My dear, where did you get such an expression?"
"Never mind. It is quite accurate. She believes that Hetty is her sister who was drowned when she was a baby."
Mrs. Enderby looked at Reine with a face of extreme surprise.
"Nell talks so much nonsense," she said, "that I scarcely know what to think of her speeches sometimes." And then seeing Reine's eyes full of tears, she added kindly: