That moment she would have given anything she owned to be safely back on the quiet farm.

The big brown eyes in the depths of the sunbonnet filled with tears, but she resolutely winked them back, whispering the python's words: "A brave heart and a courteous tongue, manling." But she could not stop the frightened thumping in her breast, and of what use was a courteous tongue, when nobody would stop to listen?
She wondered what had happened to make a whole city full of people in such a desperate hurry.
Two tears splashed down on the brown willow basket-lid, and then--No telling what would have happened next, had not the jungle opened, without waiting for a brave heart and a courteous tongue on Betty's part.

Coming toward her all in dainty gray and white was a lady she would have recognised anywhere.

That face, that had been the Madonna of her dreams, both waking and sleeping, since the first night it had kept its smiling vigil above her little bed, could belong to no one but her beautiful godmother.
With a glad little cry of recognition she sprang forward, catching one slim gray-gloved hand in hers.

The white sunbonnet fell back, the brown eyes looked out from a tangle of dusky curls with a world of loving admiration in their depths, and the next instant Betty was folded in Mrs.Sherman's arms.
"Joyce Allen," she exclaimed, "all over again! Joyce's own little daughter! I would have known you anywhere, dear, I think, even--" She did not finish the sentence.