I'll treat until my money gives out, and then the rest of you can
take up the good work."

"Who will go to the hospital with me to-morrow!" asked Grace when
they were seated around a table at Stillman's.

"Let me see. To-morrow is Sunday," said Jessica. "I'm afraid I
can't go. Papa is going to take Mabel and me for a drive."

"I'll go with, you," volunteered Nora.

"And I," said Anne.

"Good girls," commended Grace. "Meet me here at three o'clock. I
am fairly sure that visitors are allowed on Sunday, but if I am
mistaken we can at least go to the office and inquire for our
stranger."

The three girls met in front of Stillman's at exactly three
o'clock the following afternoon, and set out for the hospital.

"Visitors are allowed on Sunday from three until five," remarked
Grace as they strolled down Main Street. "I telephoned last night
to the hospital. Our stranger is not seriously hurt. She is badly
shaken up, and awfully nervous. If she feels more calm to-day we
may be allowed to see her."

"What is her name?" asked Anne.

Grace looked blank, then exclaimed: "Why, girls, how stupid of me!