CHAPTER XVIII.
OWEN FINDS HIMSELF A PRISONER.
The little girl, with that wonderful intuition that leads children to know who are in full sympathy with their hearts, seemed to need no other guide than that one look into his smiling face, and she was ready to trust him fully.

Owen held out his hand impulsively.
"I am your cousin, Owen Dugdale.

Perhaps you may have heard of me; and I want to say I'm awful glad to make your acquaintance, Jessie Ferguson.

I didn't know I even had a cousin until just a short time ago this night; and I came out on purpose to see what you were like.

Look! I carry a picture of my mother in this little waterproof case fastened around my neck.