“Did mother ever say that anything dreadful had happened in our family?”
“Never.”
“She was a sad sort of woman. Could anything have worried her?”
“I never suspected anything.” When the words were out, Elizabeth remembered long periods of depression.
“She never warned us not to come here?”
“She never thought of our coming.”
“What shall we do now, Elizabeth?”
“I am considering that.”
It was not until they had left Chambersburg far behind and had reached again the little park, that Elizabeth spoke. She lifted her head suddenly.
“Elizabeth, have you a plan?” It was a question often asked by her brother.