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in hiding at the chateau and nursed back to comparative health.

In announcing that Sally did not desire to see the young French officer
again, Miss Patricia had been correct. Sally considered that she had
made a grave and foolish mistake and preferred, as most of us do, that
her mistake be ignored and forgotten.

Yet Lieutenant Fleury had no idea either of ignoring or forgetting
Sally's effort in his behalf.

Immediately in reply to her knock he had risen. His serious expression
had now changed to one of boyish gratitude and good humor.

"Yes, I did wish to speak to you; you are kind to have come," he
returned, although in reality surprised by Sally's extremely youthful
appearance. He had only a confused memory of her face bending above him
during his delirium. They had enjoyed but one conversation when he was
entirely himself. On that occasion he had supposed his rescuer a young
woman of some years and dignity, and Sally at present looked like a
school girl. Indeed, she was a school girl when at home in her own part
of the world if one can count college and school as one and the same
thing.

After coming in from the garden this morning she had hastily changed her
everyday Camp Fire dress for a white flannel of which she was especially
fond, and without observing that the skirt had shrunk until it was
extremely short.

"I wished to tell you once again how more than grateful I am to you for
your great kindness," the officer continued, smiling in spite of his
serious state of mind at the unexpectedness of Sally's appearance.
Looking at her now, it was hard to believe that she had ever assumed the
arduous burden of nursing a wounded soldier under more than trying
conditions. Yet if Sally had not been immature, she would have never
have shouldered such a responsibility!

She was smiling now and dimpling in an irresistible fashion.

"Will you make me a promise?" she demanded. "It is the one thing I ask
of you. If you are really under the impression that I was good to you
when I was merely risking your life, then promise never to refer to what
I did for you as long as you live and never mention the story to anybody
who could have the faintest chance of knowing me. You see," Sally
continued, her manner becoming more confidential, "I realize now that
from every point of view I was foolish. It is kind of you to have turned
out to be some one whom Miss Patricia and all of us are able to know,
for you might have been