Mrs. Allison listened in rapt attention until Anne had finished.
"God is good," she murmured. "A higher power surely willed that
Mabel should find true and worthy friends."

Then she began questioning Mabel about her life in the orphanage.
Did Mabel have any recollection of the day she was brought there?
Had Mary Stevens, the attendant, ever described the clothing that
she had worn when found?

"I have the baby pins I wore with me. Jessica asked me to wear
them to-day," replied Mabel, who looked like a person just
awakened from a deep sleep. She had not yet reached a full
comprehension of what it all meant.

"Let me see them," cried Mrs. Allison.

Mabel mechanically detached one of the little gold pins from her
collar and handed it to Mrs. Allison, who examined it closely for
a moment, then dropping it with a little cry, again clasped Mabel
in her arms.

"They are the pins I had specially made and engraved for you," she
said. "There is no longer any doubt. You are my lost child."

At these words a light of complete understanding seemed to dawn
upon Mabel, and with a cry of rapture she wound her arms about her
mother's neck.

It was a joyful, though rather a trying moment for the four chums,
who were seized with a hysterical desire to laugh and cry in the