The writing was the same on both, and as the lines were joined, their meaning became plain.

Mr.Birkenfeld read the verses aloud: "Lay your hand in mine dear, Joined thus we need not fear, Each the other clasping fast, That our union should not last, But behold, the fates decree That our future severed be.
We will cut our verse in two, Half for me and half for you.
But we still will hope forever That the halves may come together, And with no loss to deplore.
Our friendship be as 'twas before." The mother had taken Dora's hand in hers.

"Where did you get this paper, Dora ?" she asked, much moved.
"It has always been in my mother's album," replied the child with surprise.
"Then you are my Lili's child!" cried Mrs.Birkenfeld, "and that is what your eyes always said to me, when I looked into them;" and she folded Dora softly to her heart.
The children were intensely excited, but seeing how much moved their mother was, they restrained themselves, and sat very still, watching Dora and their mother with eager looks.

But little Hunne broke the spell.
"Then I sha'n't have to go to America, shall I, mamma ?" he said gaily, for since he had given his word to go to find the lost Lili, he had often thought with alarm of the long journey that he must take alone.
"No, dear child, we will all stay here together," said his mother, turning towards the children with Dora's hand fast in hers; "Dora is the Lili you were to seek, and we have found her." "Oh, mamma," cried Paula, "Dora and I will be what you and her mother were; we will carry out the verses.

We will say: "'But we still will hope forever Now the halves have come together No farther losses to deplore, Our friendship prove as yours before.'" "Oh yes, and ours," "me too," "so will I," and all the children joined in promising eternal friendship with Dora.