"So I was told."
"Did he tell you?"
"Oh, no! I heard it a good while ago."
Miss Sniffen looked a little disappointed and turned down the hall.
Juanita Sterling closed the door of her room, struck a light, and threw her hat and coat across a chair.
On a small table a twin frame held photographs of a man and a woman.
She took it in both hands.
"Father, mother,—dears! do you know that your 'little girl' is happy?—happier than she has been since you went away?"
The last words broke in a sob; but the eyes that looked up into hers were smiling.