same breath. Grace made a slight motion toward the door, which her
friends were not slow to comprehend. It was her intention to slip
quietly away and leave the mother and daughter alone with their
new-found happiness.

Before she could put her plan into execution, however, Mrs.
Allison divined her intention and turning quickly toward her,
said, "Don't go, Grace. I feel as though you girls belonged to me,
too. Besides, you have not heard my part of this story yet."

"Perhaps you are hardly strong enough to tell us after so much
excitement," deprecated Grace.

"My dear, I feel as though I had just begun to live," answered
Mrs. Allison. "The past has been one long dreary blank. If you
only knew the years of agony I have passed through. When you hear
my story you will understand why this reunion is little short of
miraculous.

"My home is in Denver. Mabel was born there," continued Mrs.
Allison. "Fourteen years ago this summer my husband and I decided
to spend the summer in Europe, taking with us our baby daughter,
Mabel, and her nurse.

"On the morning that we were to sail, circumstances arose that
made it necessary for my husband and myself to be in New York
until almost sailing time. He therefore sent the nurse, a French
woman, who was thoroughly familiar with the city, on ahead to the
vessel, with Mabel in her care. We had barely time to catch the
boat and were met by the nurse, who said that she had left Mabel