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Page 67
Phil bowed her head.
"Can't you help me decide?" begged Madge.
"No." Phil shook her head sadly. "You'll have to make up your mind
for yourself."
The two girls sat in silence after this. They heard Mrs. Curtis come
softly into the room and take a low chair in the far corner of the
cabin, so as not to disturb Mollie if the girl should awake. She could
just see the bed, but not the face of the girl on the pillow.
By and by Mollie stirred. "I am thirsty," she said distinctly. "Will
some one please get me a glass of water?"
Phil rose quickly. "Here it is, Mollie," she answered, handing the
girl the water, and trying to lift her with the other arm. Madge
stooped over to aid her.
"Thank you," responded Mollie gently. "But why do you call me Mollie?
My name isn't Mollie."
"We never liked to call you 'Moll'," replied Madge soothingly. "Mollie
seemed to us to be a prettier name."
The girl laughed lightly. "No, I shouldn't think you would. My name
is Madeleine, not Mollie. And you are Phyllis and Madge. I wonder why
I never told you before that my name is Madeleine." Mollie's eyes had
lost their pathetic stare. They were quiet and reasonable.
"Don't try to talk, Mollie--Madeleine, I mean," murmured Phil. "You
must try to go to sleep again."
She and Madge never changed their positions until the ill girl's head
grew heavy on their arms and she slept peacefully.
"O Phil!" Madge faltered, "you don't think Mollie is going to----"
"Sh-sh!" returned Phyllis warningly. "Don't show her you are surprised
at anything she says."
Madge clenched her hands to keep them from trembling, but she could
feel her knees shaking under her.
The patient opened her eyes again. "I fell off the yacht, didn't I?"
she inquired. "It's funny, but I couldn't think what had happened to
me for a long time. I was trying to remember all night. It was such a
long night. I kept seeing dreadful, rude men, who were cruel to me. I
must have been dreaming. Where is my mother? Why doesn't she come to
me?"
"Your mother!" exclaimed Madge. A glance from Phil silenced her.
"Your mother can't come to you now, she is----" Phyllis faltered.
"Never mind," the gentle girl spoke faintly. "Mother may be resting.
She must have been dreadfully frightened when she learned I had tumbled
overboard. I think something fell and struck me on the head."
"Don't talk any more, please, dear," entreated Phyllis. "You can tell
us all about what happened when you have rested a little longer. You
are very tired."
The sick girl dozed again. Phyllis and Madge slipped their aching arms
out from under their patient's pillow.
"Mollie's memory has come back to her, hasn't it?" Madge breathed in
her chum's ear. "I wonder if it will go away again, or if she will
remember more about herself when she is stronger?"
"I believe her memory has returned," Phil answered softly. "It is a
miracle. We must be very careful. Any excitement or surprise might
kill her. I wish the doctor were here."
Some one stole across the room without a sound. The girls knew it must
be Mrs. Curtis. Neither one of them stirred nor for the instant
glanced at their friend; they were too intent on their patient. But
they were grateful for her presence. She had heard Mollie's peculiar
remarks. She would know what they ought to do when Mollie began to
talk again.
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