"Oh! I'm very sorry. Why didn't they write to me? Did you hear any other news, please?"
"Pamela told me something about your home."
A shadow crossed Rona's face.
"Is it—is it Mrs. Barker?" she asked nervously.
"Yes, it's about her."
"What has she been doing?"
"Getting married again."
"Oh! Oh! Who would have her?"
"Your father."
"No!" shrieked Rona, her eyes ablaze. "It can't be! That dreadful, drinking woman! Oh, I can't—I won't believe it!"