"They committed every sin which the flesh has been heir to since the fall of man, so I suppose they had a child too."
"You don't know?"
"I have it on very good authority that they did."
"The child, of course, was spirited away."
"And where did the woman go?"
"Out West. To Kansas or Texas. Something." Still he rose on his toes. The flavor of his mustache seemed to give him a peculiar relish.
"Oh, Papa, how awful! I didn't know it was as bad as that." Winnie dilated with her secret. A quick passionate resolution of triumph shot through her. Her eyes shone tragically.
"Winnie—my dear—you are in no state to hear things like this," Mrs. Price said. There was a light knock at the door. "Psh!"
Mr. Price started a little, but continued to elevate and lower himself on his toes and stare at the ceiling. Winnie clutched her hands to her breast.
"Come in." Mrs. Price lifted her trembling voice.