"Where did he hide? Is the secret room still in existence?"
"It has never been found."
"How interesting! Have you not looked for it?"
"Many and many a time."
"The exit was in the pine-woods," said Jean thoughtfully. "So the saying is."
"And Margaret's picture is in the hall," said Sunnie. "That's where my picture will be when you've done it, Miss Desmond. I shall be the fifth Margaret there."
"Are you her namesake, then?" Jean asked.
"Yes," said Sunny dreamily, "and all the Margarets have done something brave, except me. People will say by and by, 'And who is this little Margaret, and what did she do?' And the answer will be, 'She did nothing, but lie on a sofa.'"
Jean glanced quickly at her. The sweet merry eyes were swimming with tears.
Dr. Fergusson laid his hand on the little white one that was struggling to extricate a handkerchief from under the cushions.