that the real Evalani is homesick and wants to come home."
"Oh, she is, she is!" said Jean, "but she didn't let us know until recently, and there didn't seem to be any way. I couldn't confess to my people and go back home, because my marriage to David Malua had been under an assumed name and I didn't know whether the marriage was valid or not; and if it were not, then it would make my baby publicly—nameless. And besides, when the gossips found out that my baby was not a monster, they might think—what my husband did. The Morton girls would manage that. They might even make my mother think that, for their own purposes."
"Now, my dear," said Dick, tenderly, "give that imagination of yours a little rest. It's much too active."
"Of course! Oh, I know I'm foolish and full of notions; but my brain is all tangled up with thinking and wondering and trying to find a way when there isn't any. You see, I couldn't let Evalani come home and go away myself while David is so little, for there would be no way for me to support myself until he is big enough for school."
"But I asked you to let me take you both away," reproached Dick.
"I know," said Jean, "but I couldn't involve you in this terrible mix-up, and, besides, we have only just learned that Evalani wants to come home. Be-
