pains. Was she
rather unpolished when they had first come from Laconia. But her circle
there was so different.

She told over only the best of it when her father asked about her life
there. Wasn't this what Willard had meant and she had resented? She
would try not to be ashamed of the poor and plain living since it was
the best Mrs. Boyd could give; but she knew even then she was longing
and planning for something better.

And a room like this for her very own! She liked it better because her
very own brother had planned it for her. She looked over some of the
books and above his name he had written--"For my Sister Marguerite." And
she was glad with a sense of mystery she did not care to fathom that her
mother's room was between her and Zaidee's.

What a long day it had been. Yet in a certain sense happy, as happy as
any strange beautiful place with a father and mother,--the latter she
had not even dreamed of when she had thought a father might be found.
Oh, she must be very grateful to God for sending her here where the
tangle could be resolved in such an honorable manner and she must try to
be worthy of all the love lavished upon her. The whole world broadened
and she was part of the higher life. She was looking up to the hill tops
where human endeavors must aspire even though there were failures, and
to the west over beyond the land of eternal love and golden fruition.

CHAPTER XVI

OUT OF HER LOYALTY

Mrs. Van Orden's residence was large and handsome and a-light from top
to bottom. There were three daughters from seventeen to thirteen. They
had always been very friendly with the Crawfords, and this gathering was
a good deal in honor of the young midshipman who was so soon to go on
his first cruise of three years.

The girls in the dressing room hovered about Zay. Wasn't it wonderful
that her sister had been found and living here all these months? Why it
was just like a story!

"A princess in disguise," laughed Zay. "That was what I called her."

"And is she--does she look like you?"

"No, although we are twins you can easily tell us apart. She is taller;
I think she will be like mother. Her hair is--well a sort of bronzy
light brown, and her eyes are such a dark blue that you might mistake
them for black, and she's rather grave; not such a fly-away as I am. Of
course, you know, we have only had her one day though the others went
over to Mrs. Barrington's to see her."

"And wasn't she something