You'll not know her." "Know Lorna! Why, mother dear, I carried Lorna's picture all through the war." "You won't know her," returned Mrs.Lane, positively.

"My boy, these years so short to you have been ages here at home.

You will find your sister--different from the little girl you left.

You'll find all the girls you knew changed--changed.

I have given up trying to understand what's come over the world." "How--about Helen ?" inquired Lane, with strange reluctance and shyness.
"Helen who ?" asked his mother.
"Helen Wrapp, of course," replied Lane, quickly in his surprise.