able to act."

"Hum, yes!" mused Dr. Brown. "Well, I think by evening she will be strong
enough to talk. I want her to rest now. Yes, you may question her then. I
shall leave some medicine for her, but principally she needs rest, and
light but nourishing food. There is nothing serious the matter with her.
She has received no injury that I can find. The shock and the fright
caused her to lose her senses--that and being almost starved."

"Poor girl! Out all alone--all night--on the ocean on that raft," remarked
Cora.

"I should have died!" sighed Belle.

"Oh, human nature can stand more than we think," spoke the doctor. "Well,
I must be going. I don't know how I am to get around without my car."

"Use mine!" offered Jack, quickly. "I shan't need it. The old _Get There_
needs running to keep her in good humor."

"Very well, I will, and thank you."

Dr. Brown looked in on his patient.

"She is sleeping," he said.

"That is good," murmured Cora. "But, oh! I do wish we could hear her
story."

"The fellows are anxious, too," said Jack, he being alone allowed in his
sister's bungalow at this time.

There was a period of anxious waiting by Cora and her friends. Rosalie
had gone back to the lighthouse to see if there was a duplicate list
of the passengers on the wrecked schooner. She had come back to report
that her father had none, and did not know where one could be obtained.
The few members of the ship's company remaining in the village could
throw no light on the waif of the sea who had been so strangely picked up.
Undoubtedly she was the girl supposed to have been washed overboard.

"She is asking for you," reported Mrs. Chester, coming from the room of
the girl that evening after supper. "She wants you, Cora."

"Are you sure she said me, Aunt Susan?"

"Yes, she described you. She seems to be worried about something."

"I will see her."

Cora went into the room softly. The girl--Nancy Ford--to give her the name
on her valise, which had not been opened, was propped up amid the pillows.
She had some color in her cheeks now, and there was eager excitement in
her eyes.

"How are you--Nancy Ford?" greeted Cora, pleasantly.

"I am not Nancy Ford--how--how--why do you call me that name?"

"It is on your valise."

The girl started.

"My valise! Oh, yes! Was that saved? Oh, dear, I am so miserable! Yes, I
am Nancy Ford. I don't know why I said I was not. But I have been in such
trouble--I haven't a friend i