"Where's your father—have you one of him?" It was Annabel this time.
Blue Bonnet made another dive in the trunk and brought forth a package. From it she drew a photograph which she handed to Annabel.
"Is he in Texas—on the ranch you were telling us about?"
"No. He's dead—too."
There was a longer silence this time, and then it was Sue who put her arm through Blue Bonnet's shyly.
"I know what it means," she said. "I have lost my mother, too. I still have my father, though, thank Heaven, and Billy. You must know Billy—he's my brother at Harvard—the best ever—why—"
Annabel lifted her hands in protest.
"Now, Sue's going to take the pulpit," she said, "and we'll get a discourse on Billy! Billy the great! Billy the supreme—Billy—"
Ruth gave Annabel a push.
"You're jealous," she said, "because you haven't got such a brother yourself. Billy's all right. He's everything Sue says he is."