I didn't know as you were cryin' about that." When they reached Edgham, Maria and Gladys got off the train, Wollaston Lee also got off, and Harry Edgham, and from a rear car a stout woman, yanking, rather than leading, by the hand, a little girl with a fluff of yellow hair.

The child was staggering with sleep.

The stout woman carried on her other arm a large wax-doll whose face smiled inanely over her shoulder.
Suddenly there was a rush and cry, and Maria had the little girl in her arms.

She was kneeling beside her on the dusty platform, regardless of her new suit.
"Sister! Sister!" screamed the child.
"Sister's own little darling!" said Maria, then she began to sob wildly.
"It's her little sister.

Where did you get her ?" Gladys asked, severely, of the stout woman, who stood holding the large doll and glowering, while Harry Edgham came hurrying up.