lamb," she said aloud. "Try and go to sleep. You were all the better
yesterday. There is Aunt Mary playing the piano--dear me, it is long
since I heard that tune!"

When Mollie was left alone she opened the album, lay back on her
cushions, and stared hard at the picture of prim little Prudence.

"_Now_ we shall see! Was it a dream, or will she come again? That is
the question."

But nothing happened. Prudence stared solemnly and stolidly back,
looking almost too good for human nature's daily food.

"But she wasn't, I feel sure she wasn't, even if it _was_ all a
dream. Oh--_how_ disappointing! I did hope that parrot of Dick's
meant something, and I do so want to see those children again and
know what happened next. Besides, it would be thrilling to be a
Time-traveller--one could see all sorts of things."

As she meditated over her disappointment Mollie turned the pages of
the album, looking rather listlessly at the other children, and
deciding that none was so attractive as Prudence, till she came to a
group of three girls and a boy. She looked closer, then stretched
out her hand for the reading-glass and looked again: "I do believe
it is--yes, it _is_--Hugh and Prudence and Grizzel and Baby! How I
_wish_ they would come alive!"

Even as she said the last word she saw a smile dawn upon Prue's
face. She did not drop the album this time but held tightly on to
it, closed her eyes, and counted twenty. When she opened them there