ailroad accident. If you will telegraph to my father, at the Palace
Hotel, San Francisco, he will come and get me. And please tell him to
bring my doll, Estelle Brown.

"I know it seems silly for a big girl like me to have a doll," went on
the injured one. "But ever since I was a child I have had Estelle with
me when I was ill. I am ill now, but I feel better than I did. So
telegraph to Daddy Passamore to bring Estelle Brown with him when he
comes for me. And tell him I was not badly hurt in the wreck."

And with that, before the wondering eyes of the nurse, of Alice and of
Ruth, Estelle Brown--no--Mildred Passamore, turned over and calmly went
to sleep!

For an instant those in the hospital room neither moved nor spoke. Then
Alice cried:

"That solves it! That ends the mystery! I'll go and get the paper."

"What paper?" asked Ruth.

"Don't you remember? The old paper that I wrapped my scout shoes in when
we were packing to come to Oak Farm. The one that father saved because
it had a theatrical notice of him in it.

"It was that four-year-old paper which contained an account of the
strange disappearance of the wealthy San Francisco girl, Mildred
Passamore. Don't you remember? There was a reward of ten thousand
dollars offered for her discovery."

"Oh, I do remember!" gasped Ruth. "And this is she!"

"Must be!" declared Alice. "She says that's her name. And from what she
told us she can, as Estelle Brown, think back only about four years. She
must have received some injury that took away her memory. Now she is
herself again.

"Ruth, I believe we have found the missing Mildred Passamore! We must
tell daddy at once, and Mr. Pertell. Then we must telegraph Mr.
Passamore. I'll get his address from the old paper. But the Palace
Hotel, San Francisco, will reach him, I presume. Oh, isn't it all
wonderful!"

"It certainly is," agreed Ruth.

They gave one glance at the sleeping girl--Mildred or Estelle--and then
went out, while Miss Lyon summoned Dr. Wherry to acquaint him with the
strange turn of the case.

"Mildred Passamore found! How wonderful!" exclaimed Mr. DeVere, when his
daughters told him what had happened. "But we must make sure. It would
be a sad affair if we sent word to the father, and it turned out that
this girl was not his daughter. We must make sure."

Alice got out the old paper. It contained a description of the missing
Mildred Passamore, and in another newspaper dated a few days before the