Once her heart gave a great throb of delight when she fancied she distinguished through the crowd the cream-coloured felt hat and feathers of Molly, her double.

But no--it was a cream-coloured felt hat, but the face below it was not Molly's.

Then at last a panic seized the poor little girl.

She fairly lost her head, and the tears blinding her so, that had Molly and all of them been close beside her, she could scarcely have perceived them, she ran half frantically through the rooms.

Half frantically in reality, but scarcely so to outward appearance.