Page 97 - The Little sister of Wilifred

u O, we travelled about all the time.

In Italy, France, Germany, wherever
mamma wished to go.1'
“ Well, where were you when you

were a baby/’ persisted Peggy*

“ I don’t know,” said Wilifred; but no
sooner had she spoken the words than
the almost forgotten story of the nurse

Hashed Into her mind.

“ Are you really the sister of the
young gentlemen. I saw in Mr. Bolan-
der!s room ? They said you were their

sister, but that you and I are like twins.
I have a twin sister, but she was taken

away from me when we were babies,
and I don't know where she is now. I

could n’t help thinking that perhaps you

might be she. Please don’t be angry
with me," said Peggy, meekly.
W il if red’s cheeks flushed. It was

never her wish to tell strangers that the