Her voice trailed off into silence before the astonished looks turned upon her.
“Well, upon my word ...” began Jeannette.
“Why, Alice dearie, what’s got into you?”
“You’re going to kill us both off,—is that it? I’m to run away and leave Mother sick on your hands?”
“I mean—well, I meant——” struggled the confused Alice.
“Dearie,” said her mother, “you won’t have to worry about the future. Mama’ll take care of you until some nice worthy young man comes along to claim you for his own.”
“You’ll be married, Allie dear, long before I will. You’re just the kind rich men fall madly in love with.”
“Oh, hush, Janny! ... please.”
But her sister’s thoughts were already upon a more engaging matter. She was busy once again with Roy Beardsley.