"It's no wonder you don't remember me," said the girl impulsively,
"since I was dressed very differently when you last saw me. I am Anita
Benton--the girl you rescued the other day."
As usual, Betty was the first to find her voice. "Oh, we _are_ glad to
see you!" she said warmly. "We were wondering when you and your brother
were coming to pay us that promised visit."
"Oh, we would have been here long ago, but, you see, I was rather,
well--shaken up," Anita explained, with a merry little laugh that made
the girls warm to her at once. "Conway could hardly wait to come to tell
you all how grateful he was--and is," she added, with a quaint little
sideways glance in the direction of her tall brother.
"Anita's right. I almost came alone when I found she was inconsiderate
enough to get sick," said Conway, who had been regarding the scene with
lively interest. "You see, I never knew before what it was to almost
lose a small sister."
"He speaks as if he had any number of them," cried Anita, gaily; and one
could see at a glance the perfect understanding and union between the
two.
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