“He can’t be your father’s brother because his name is McClure,” said Rock.
“He isn’t my father’s brother; he is my mother’s.”
“You told me your name was Catherine Kennedy after your grandmother, and that your mother’s name was Kennedy before she was married,” said Eleanor severely.
“He might be a stepbrother,” suggested Rock.
“But he isn’t; he is my mother’s own brother, and his real name is Kennedy.”
“Not McClure?” exclaimed Rock and Eleanor at once.
“No, he changed his name. Oh, it’s a long story. Come over here in my corner and I’ll tell you.”
They followed her readily, being quite eager to hear more of this strange matter, and she told her story to two very interested listeners.
“Whew!” exclaimed Rock, when she had concluded. “It is like a story-book. Isn’t it the queerest thing, Dimple? Father always said that there was a history connected with John McClure and that he was out of place in this position.”
“But I haven’t found out yet what entail means,” said Cassy, soberly.