“Jennie was here just now.”
“And did not come in to see me?”
“She had something to tell me.”
“A secret?”
“Yes; something I must repeat to you.”
“Yes?”
“Father—Jennie thinks—she has reason to know that—dear, do you think Mother is perfectly well?”
“No, my child; I know she is not.”
This quiet assurance was staggering.
“And you allow her to go on in this way without calling in a physician?” A wave of indignant color suffused her cheeks.