“It’s me. Only me,” she answered. “You don’t know me, but let me in. I fell in the lake. I—I’m free—freezing!”
At once the door flew open and she was dragged inside. Then the door slammed shut.
For a fraction of a moment the two girls stood staring at one another, then as in one voice, they burst out:
“It’s you!”
“It’s you!”
The girl in the ship’s cabin was none other than Florence’s double.
There was no time for explaining. The girl began tugging away at her double’s frozen garments. Ten minutes later, with her clothing on a line behind the glowing stove, Florence sat wrapped in a blanket by the fire, sipping a cup of cocoa.
For a time she sat looking at the girl who was so marvelously like herself in appearance. Then she said quietly:
“Would you mind telling me about yourself?”
“Not a bit. Guess I ought to. You did me a good turn. My name’s Meg.”