questioned her as to why she was sitting in the sunshine, thinking so deeply upon some subject, Margaret Moore answered simply:
"I was thinking about love!"
There were times when Margaret Moore seemed rational enough; but her past life was a blank to her. She always insisted that Jessie Bain's face was the first she had ever seen in this world.
It was the first one which she had beheld when consciousness came to her as she lay on her sick-bed; and to say that she fairly idolized Jessie was but expressing it very mildly.
The day came when she proved that devotion with a heroism that people never forgot. It happened in this way:
One cold, frosty morning early in January, in tidying up Petie's cage, the door was accidently left open, and the little canary, who was Jessie's especial pride
