human
Who--who is that?
gpt
Dat Miss Babs, took jes' 'fo' she went away to Californy, said Mammy, sadly.
human
Land sakes, Missy! What is it? You jes' sit right down heah, an' I'll go call Mas'r Bev'ly.
gpt
Good gracious, Marjorie! exclaimed the boy, springing to her side,
human
It's--it's Undine!
gpt
LAND SAKES, MISSY! WHAT IS IT?
human
repeated Beverly, stupidly,
gpt
It's Undine, repeated Marjorie, with obstinate persistence;
human
But who is Undine? I never even heard of her?
gpt
Yes, you did; I told you about her once, and you said I mustn't mention her to your mother, because she was hurt in the earthquake. We called her Undine, because she couldn't remember her real name, or anything that happened to her before the earthquake. That's her photograph, Beverly, I tell you it is--it is!
human
Don't talk nonsense, Marjorie, he said, almost angrily;
gpt
I tell you that is my sister's photograph. I can show you another just like it at home.
human
Beverly, cried Marjorie, clasping her hands, and speaking in a tone of sudden conviction,
gpt
I am not talking nonsense. That is the picture of the girl who has been at the ranch since last August. She was found in the street just after the earthquake, half buried under some ruins. She was unconscious, and they took her to a hospital. She has never been able to remember anything about herself since. Your sister was in the earthquake, too; you think she was killed, but perhaps--oh, Beverly dear, let us go home quick, and tell your uncle all about it.