y, moving closer to him.

"Pass the chocolates, Sis," ordered Will. "What is Christmas without
candy?"

"Oh! to think of all the good luck we've had since we came to the winter
camp!" cried Grace, as she complied. "Papa gets his land back----"

"Because you girls were lucky enough to discover the missing witness,"
interrupted Mr. Ford.

"Then Amy finds her brother," Grace went on, "and----"

"All because a lynx happened to jump down out of a tree to bite her!"
cried Will, gaily.

"And then--and then----" mused Grace.

"Oh, here is a package that came by express for you to-day!" broke in
Mollie. "It's marked chocolates, but----"

"Please give it to me!" cried Grace. "I was wondering what had become of
it."

"That will keep her quiet for a while," said Will.

It was three days after the sensational developments related in the
preceding chapter. Mr. Blackford, recognizing the peculiar mark on
Amy's arm, tentatively decided she was his long-missing sister, and a
reference to the documents, as well as a communication with Mr. and Mrs.
Stonington, bore this out. Amy was not the relative of the Deepdale
Stoningtons. There had been a mix-up in the babies rescued from the
flood, and, as far as could be learned on hasty inquiry, the child of
Mrs. Stonington's relative had disappeared.

"But I've got folks at last--real folks, even if it is only one," said
Amy, with a loving look at her brother, who regarded her affectionately.

"You are a lucky girl," whispered Mollie, with a look at Mr.
Blackford--Henry they all called him now, since he was found to be
related to one of the outdoor girls.

"And my name is Blackford--not Stonington," Amy went on. "I will feel
strange at first, but I can get used to it."

"And to-morrow we'll go home for Christmas," said Betty, after a pause.
"Well, of course it will be nice in Deepdale, but we have had some
glorious times here; haven't we, girls?"

"We have!" they all chorused--boys included.

They had indulged in their last skating race at camp, and taken a final
trip in the ice boat, the boys had voted to go home in the odd motor
craft, but the girls were to go by train, starting in the morning.

"And now, one last song," suggested Betty. "All has ended well and
happily from the finding of Amy's brother to the regaining of Mr. Ford's
land. One last song!"

They sang a Christmas carol, and then, in order to be up early, they
went to bed soon afterward.

"Well, I wonder w