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The rector looked approvingly at it. “That is very pretty, it seems to me,” he said. “That must be worth keeping, Sally.”

“Worth keeping! Well, Edward Patterson, just wait. You are a man, and of course you cannot understand how very strange it is about the dress.” The rector looked inquiringly.

“I want to know,” said Sally, “if Content’s aunt Eudora had any young relative besides Content. I mean had she a grown-up young girl relative who would wear a dress like this?”

“I don’t know of anybody. There might have been some relative of Eudora’s first husband. No, he was an only child. I don’t think it possible that Eudora had any young girl relative.”

“If she had,” said Sally, firmly, “she would have kept this dress. You are sure there was nobody else living with Content’s aunt at the time she died?”

“Nobody except the servants, and they were an old man and his wife.”

“Then whose dress was this?”

“I don’t know, Sally.”

“You don’t know, and I don’t. It is very strange.”

“I suppose,” said Edward Patterson, helpless before the feminine problem, “that — Eudora got it in some way.”

“In some way,” repeated Sally. “That is always a man’s way out of a mystery when there is a mystery. There is a mystery. There is a mystery which worries me. I have not told you all yet, Edward.”

“What more is there, dear?”

“I — asked Content whose dress this was, and she said — Oh, Edward, I do so despise mysteries.”

“What did she say, Sally?”

“She said it was her big sister Solly’s dress.”

“Her what?”

“Her big sister Solly’s dress. Edward, has Content ever had a sister? Has she a sister now?”

“No, she never had a sister, and she has none now,” declared the rector, emphatically. “I knew all her family. What in the world ails the child?”

“She said her big sister Solly, Edward, and the very name is so inane. If she hasn’t any big sister Solly, what are we going to do?”

“Why, the child must simply lie,” said the rector.

“But, Edward, I don’t think she knows she lies. You may laugh, but I think she is quite sure that she has a big sister Solly, and that this is her dress. I have not told you the whole. After she came home from school to-day she went up to her room, and she left the door open, and pretty soon I heard her talking. At first I thought perhaps Lily or Amelia was up there, although I had not seen either of them come in with Content. Then after a while, when I had occasion to go up-stairs, I looked in her room, and she was quite alone, although I had heard her talking as I went up-stairs. Then I said: ‘Content, I thought somebody was in your room. I heard you talking.’

“And she said, looking right into my eyes: ‘Yes, ma’am, I was talking.’

“‘But there is nobody here,’ I said.

“‘Yes, ma’am,’ she said. ‘There isn’t anybody here now, but my big sister Solly was here, and she is gone. You heard me talking to my big sister Solly.’ I felt faint, Edward, and you know it takes a good deal to overcome me. I just sat down in Content’s wicker rocking-chair. I looked at her and she looked at me. Her eyes were just as clear and blue, and her forehead looked like truth itself. She is not exactly a pretty child, and she has a peculiar appearance, but she does certainly look truthful and good, and she looked so then. She had tried to fluff her hair over her forehead a little as I had told her, and not pull it back so tight, and she wore her new dress, and her face and hands were as clean, and she stood straight. You know she is a little inclined to stoop, and I have talked to her about it. She stood straight, and looked at me with those blue eyes, and I did feel fairly dizzy.”