"It might have been an undertaker's," Theodora answered sharply. "I don't see what difference it makes to you."
"Is this really true, Teddy?" Mrs. McAlister questioned.
Theodora glanced about her at the astonished faces of her family. Surprise and disapproval seemed to be meeting her on every hand. Even Allyn stopped eating his bread and milk, and pointed his spoon at her accusingly. Then she turned to her father, who was entering the room.
"Phebe has just found out about Huntington's, papa," she said, with brave dignity. "Are you willing to tell them how it happened, and why I did it?"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Ted! Teddy! Theodora McAlister!"
Theodora was passing the Farringtons' grounds. At the third call, she looked up. Billy, on the piazza, was waving his cap in one hand and pounding the floor with one of his crutches with the other.
"What's the matter?" she called, at a loss to account for these vigorous demonstrations.
"Come up, and I'll tell you," he shouted. "Hurry up about it, too."