"No good!" Wildfire shook her mane. "She won't. She thinks you've had enough of 'em sent direct to you."
"Your mother doesn't understand. It's all right. I'm taking care of these things for Greta."
"Have you had another letter?" Wildfire demanded.
"No. I told you she's nursing her father day and night. She hasn't time to; besides, it's understood."
"Why do some of the bills come to us and some to you?"
Nan stood nonplussed an instant and then said:
"It's all right, I tell you."
"You mean you think she's going to pay you back?"
"Well, of course." Nan crossed the room and stood a moment in front of Lady McIntyre, with hand extended and speaking in an undertone.
"You may take it from me"—Sir William didn't moderate his tone—"Miss von Schwarzenberg won't pay the money back." His voice rose higher over the low protest. "For one thing, she can't."