"Sh!" cautioned Farvel, with a nervous look toward the double door.
"There's the little one, mother," reminded Sue.
"Oh, but hear me out," begged the elder woman. "In this case, I'm not advising such an institution. I suggest some very nice family hotel."
Sue lowered her voice. "It won't do," she said. "We want to help her—and we want to help the baby. If she goes alone to a hotel, we'll never see her again. Just before you came——" She went close to the double door. Beyond it, someone was moving quickly about, with much rustling of paper. She came tiptoeing back. "She tried to steal away," she whispered.
"I mustn't lose track of my daughter," declared Farvel. He, too, went to listen for sounds from the back-parlor.
"Then we'd better take her right to the Rectory," advised Sue, "and have Barbara brought there."
Mrs. Milo bristled. "Now if you please!" she exclaimed angrily.
Farvel crossed to her, eyeing her determinedly. "I don't see any serious objection," he observed challengingly. "Your son—will not be there."
"You've lost your senses! Have you no regard for the conventions?
This woman is your ex-wife!"
"But if there is no publicity—and for just a few days, mother."