Legrand's had availed little, if anything,
to that end. Unless this could be done she seemed likely to remain
indefinitely in this dazed mental state, which must be so exquisitely
painful to her, and was scarcely less so to them.
"If you will listen to me patiently," he said, "I will try to explain.
You know that some strange thing has happened to you, and you must expect
to find the explanation as strange as the thing itself; but it is not
hard to understand."
Ida's eyes were fixed on him with the expression of one listening for her
life.
"Do you remember being a little girl of nine or ten years old?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she answered. "I remember that perfectly well."
"You are now a young woman," he went on. "Where is that little girl whom
you remember? What has become of her?"
"Why, I don't know," replied Ida. "I suppose she is somewhere in me."
"But you don't look like a little girl, or think or act or feel like one.
How can she be in you?"
"Where else could she be?" replied Ida.
"Oh, there is no lack of room for her," said Paul; "the universe is big
enough for all the souls that ever lived in it.
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