Rebecca sat up and reached for her shoes, but again the dizzy feeling seized her and she was compelled to lie down.
"Oh! What am I to do? I don't seem to be able to get up and they don't want me to stay here. I don't want to stay here, either, although I think it is just like Heaven. I wouldn't want to stay in Heaven if I wasn't wanted."
There was a groan from the hall. The Major could control himself no longer.
"What must I do?" he asked tremblingly of Philip.
"Can't you make her understand you want her?" suggested Philip.
"But how?"
"Give the required reference," smiled the young man.
"For character, you mean?"
"Yes—and then prove you are her grandfather."
"Of course! What an ass I am, anyhow! Young man, did I understand you to say you are Rolfe Bolling's son?"
"Yes, sir!" Philip looked the old gentleman squarely in the eyes.
The Major stared back, keenly and a little wistfully, taking in his broad forehead, humorous eyes, clear-cut features, and mouth whose
