little before four o'clock Eunice awakened, having slept nearly two
hours. She was refreshed and happy again.

Mollie made Eunice bathe her face. She herself fixed the child's hair,
now smooth and glossy from the care that the nurses at the hospital had
given to it.

"We will go back to see our friends now, Eunice," explained Mollie.

Eunice nodded. "It is wonderful here where you live!" she declared.
"Sometimes I think I have dreamed of people like you and your friends. I
think I have seen things like what you have here in this house. But how
could I dream of what I knew nothing?"

Mollie shook her head thoughtfully. "Eunice, dear, you will have to ask a
wiser person than I am about your dreams. Who knows what may be stored
away in that little head of yours? Come, dear, let us put your gold chain
on the outside of your dress. There can be no harm in that. I think Miss
Sallie, the lady with the white hair, would like to look at it."

Eunice, who had a girl's fancy for pretty ornaments, was glad to have
Mollie pull the chain out from under her dress. The curious, beautiful
ornament shone glittering and lovely against the light background formed
by the child's dress.

"Wait for me here, Eunice," requested Mollie. "I want to go into the
other room for a minute."

Mollie peeped inside the sitting-room door.

Mr. Winthrop Latham was cosily drinking his tea in the best of humor. He
had a decided liking for Miss Stuart and her "Automobile Girls."

Bab was joking with Mr. Latham as she plied him with sandwiches and
cakes.

For half a minute Mollie's heart misgave her. She was afraid to try her
experiment.

[Illustration: The Cup in Mr. Latham's Hand Trembled.]

"Good gracious!" she thought, finally, "what possible harm can it do Mr.
Winthrop Latham to look at poor, pretty little Eunice? If the child means
nothing to him, he will not even notice her. If she turns out to be the
child I believe she is, why, then--then--it is only right that her uncle,
Mr. Winthrop Latham, should know of her existence."

"Come, now, Eunice!" cried Mollie. "Come into the sitting-room with me.
The girls have some pretty cakes and sweet things they are saving for
you."

Mollie took Eunice's hand. The two girls were nearly of the same size and
age. They quietly walked into the sitting-room.

"Where is 'Automobile Girl' number four?" Mollie heard Mr. Latham ask,
just as the two girls entered the room.

"Here I am!" Mollie replied.