lking French. I don't know how I knew it was French, but I did,
and I understood almost everything they said. I told Mr. Jackson, and he
was so interested. He made me tell Miss Brent, too, and he wanted her to
put another advertisement in the newspapers, but she said she hadn't any
money to waste in advertising, and that if I had any relatives they
would have come for me long ago."

"It's the most interesting thing I ever heard of in my life," declared
Marjorie. "Aunt Jessie says she is sure your friends must have been
educated people, because you never make mistakes in grammar."

Undine looked pleased.

"I'm glad your aunt thinks that," she said. "I should hate to talk in
the way some of the girls at Miss Brent's did. They used to laugh at me
and call me stuck up, but I didn't want to be like them. I hate rough
girls. I dream about my mother sometimes, and I know she would be sorry
to have me grow up rough and coarse."

"It seems so strange that you can't even remember your mother," said
Marjorie, reflectively. "I can't imagine that anything could possibly
happen to me that would make me forget Mother."

A shadow crept into Undine's face, and the troubled, frightened look
came back into her eyes.

"I don't know," she said, wearily; "I don't know anything. Oh, Marjorie,
it frightens me so sometimes."

There was a quiver in the girl's voice, and kind-hearted Marjorie laid a
protecting hand on hers.

"Never mind," she said, soothingly; "don't think any more about it than
you can help. Perhaps it will all come back some time; Father thinks it
will. He thinks the stone, or whatever it was, that fell on you, must
have given your brain a terrible shock. He says he heard of a man once
who was very badly hurt in a railroad accident, and couldn't remember
anything for a long time. His family thought he must be dead, but
suddenly his memory all came back to him, and he went home, and gave
them a great surprise. Perhaps it will be like that with you some day."

"Miss Brent thinks all my people must have been killed in the
earthquake," said Undine, with a sigh. "That might be the reason why
nobody ever came to look for me. They say more people were killed than
any one knew about. If I could only remember the very least thing that
happened before, but I can't; it's just as if I came alive for the first
time that day in the hospital. Oh, here comes your aunt; I'll go and
help her with her chair." And dropping her towel on t