"I hope you will hear the voice," said Wren fervently, and the day
came when Cora remembered the child's prayer.

The girls added their names to the long list. Wren required that
they repeat the promise individually, and, indeed, it became a
most solemn proceeding.

The storm had entirely subsided. It was time to be on the road
again, and Cora stood up first to take her leave.

"We really must go," she said. "We have had a most delightful
hour. We shall never forget Wren, and, perhaps, some day we may
return to fulfil our promise."

"I really feel that you will," declared the child. "I have never
before met such - nice young ladies," and she blushed consciously.
"I shall repeat your names many times - so that they will echo
when I sleep."

Cecilia put her lips to the child's forehead. She did not dare
trust herself to speak.

"I am sure you will dream about us - we are such an army," said
Daisy with a laugh. "Try to forget that we are just girls - "

"She's an angel," interrupted Cecilia. "Don't get her mixed up
with mere girls."

Wren laughed - such a dainty little laugh. She looked at Daisy.