“That boy’s got some brains, all right,” observed Jennie, quickly. “It does not sound reasonable that, during all these years, Mr. Gordon would not have probed into the matter and learned something about your real antecedents.”
Nancy shook her head, slowly. “It may all be true. Maybe it is just kind-heartedness that has kept him acting as intermediary between the persons who furnish money for my education, and myself.”
“And why does he tip you so generously?”
“Oh—er—Well, I don’t know.”
“Is that out of his own pocket, do you think?” asked the shrewd Jennie.
“Well——”
“Does this ‘Old Gordon,’ as your friend Scorch calls him, really seem like a man given to outbursts of charity, Nance?”
“Why—why, I never saw him but once,” replied Nancy.
“But did he impress you as being of a philanthropic nature?” urged her friend.
“No-oo.”