"We did everything we could for him, father and I—everything. I felt I must make up mother's loss to him. We—"
"Everything except understand him," said Thomasina to herself.
"We prayed—that is father did—with him, and talked with him, and labored with him, and watched for him."
"But did not sympathize with him," said Thomasina, again to herself.
"But when it came to Margie Ginter, oh, Thomasina! it was too hard with father the president of the college and so admir—"
"To Margie Ginter!" repeated Thomasina.
"Oh, hush, Thomasina! Do not speak so loud! I have never talked about it with you, because it was my own brother, and I wanted you to think as well as you could of him, and because we have never talked about such things. But you must know, Thomasina!"
"I know nothing!"
"I mean you will have to know, because it is creeping out."
"Creeping out!" Thomasina's voice was horror-struck. "What is creeping out?"