y, looking about
her anxiously at the sanitary appointments of the white room. "I
suppose this is a sanitarium for nerves."

"You have been here long enough to know that much," said the nurse
with a smile, "but you seem to have a new kind--of nerves."

"I have only been here a few hours, I should judge, but it did seem an
eternity. Are they not going to send for my friends? They will be
distracted. I have been away from them for so long."

Again that uncertain look came into the face of the nurse. Surely if
this girl had been demented she must now be very much better. Her talk
was entirely rational.

And Dorothy was thinking: "Surely if they believe I am crazy they must
be crazy themselves! The sounds around here are enough to shake any
one's nerves."

Some one was singing. The shrill voice rent the air like some weird
cry from a lost mind. It made Dorothy shiver.

"You think I am--demented," she asked finally. "But there is some
great mistake. I am Dorothy Dale of--Dalton. I was camping at
Everglade--and I have had a dreadful time of it since I fell, and was
picked up by that old farmer."

Dorothy's eyes were full. She had made up her mind, since her escape
from the Hobbs house, that she must wait--wait until those around her
saw their mistake. At any rate, it was something to be among
intelligent people, if they were nurses and doctors, and as they
plainly believed her to be an escaped patient she must wait until some
one came to identify her. But now it was very hard, and she was very,
very lonely, and very nervous with those poor demented people singing,
sighing, laughing and calling from all over the place.

"I am sorry Miss Bennet had to go away, before I saw you," said the
nurse, vaguely. "It would have been better----"

"Miss Bennet?"

"Yes, your regular nurse."

"I never had a nurse since I had the measles," said Dorothy, and she
really felt inclined to laugh. "Would you mind if I sat up at the
window? I feel perfectly strong now, and I want to remember what the
blessed world is like."

"Of course you may sit by the window," replied Miss Bell, assisting
Dorothy into a robe. "And I don't blame you for wanting to see out of
doors. Sometimes I hate being a nurse."

"I should think you would. It is enough to turn one's own head. Oh, I
do wish some one who knows me would come! My father and all my folks
will be frantic. Is there anything more dreadful than being lost in
the Maine woods!"

"You ar