did. I think that H stood for Huntington just as all the rest of her

story seemed to have some truth in it, and if only my feelings hadn't gotten away with me we'd be there yet, hearing all the things that are ever going to happen to us, I'm perfectly convinced."

"Well, evidently, Young Grandson is in college somewhere," interposed Peggy flippantly. "You remember about the college room and the mandolin? I'm glad that his poverty didn't prevent his getting a fine education, anyway. Now we've got a clue, all we have to do to find him, friend Watson, is to go to all the men's colleges and walk through all the dorms until we come to a room from which the gentle tinkle of a mandolin steals forth--and then, and then--we knock on the door. Young Grandson answers it, and--there we are. We take him back to Mr. Huntington and all goes well. And listen, Watson, my dear detective companion, I think our search through those colleges is just going to be one of the jolliest things that ever happened to two nice-looking girls."

"You forget that we won't know Young Grandson when we see him."

"Clues, my dear Watson, clues. No detective ever went far without finding clues. First, we shall run across his picture in one of the college annuals. And we shall say, 'Why, here, what a strong resemblance this picture bears to Mr. Huntington, of Huntington House.' And that's the first thing. We read under the picture and find that his name is John James Smith, and then we go to the registrar--"

By this time the car was rounding the Foster drive, and the two girls alighted, in haste to tell all of Katherine's interested and somewhat disapproving family about their adventures with the soothsayer.

Each of the small brothers agreed with Katherine that it must be all true, but that was the only support she found at home for her belief.

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When it came time for the girls to start back to Andrews, they were torn with conflicting emotions. They were glad they were going back, and yet they could hardly bear to tear themselves away from the home that seemed now to belong to Peggy, too. So when they and their suit-cases were at last regretfully taken to the train by the entire family, the girls were dissolved in a flood of tears as they settled themselves for the journey, and the train had been under way some two hours before they managed to say a single word to each other.