"Oh yes, it will. I have taken the matter in hand," said the girl, grandly. "If the truth is to be found out, I shall be the one to find it. And I am going to the Turnpike House to make a search."
"What do you expect to find?"
"I don't know," she said, vaguely. "I may discover something--I don't exactly know what; but, at all events," she broke off, "it will do no harm to make a search on the very scene of the tragedy. As to Neil--now that he won't marry me--you can make love to him, Jennie dear!"
Miss Brawn coloured. "I shall do nothing of the sort," she declared. "I love him, it is true; but I am not going to hunt after him, or after any man, for that matter."
"My dear," Ruth said, and there was a world of pity in her voice, "you can't live with Amy all your life--she will wear you out!"
Jennie laughed in her quiet way. "I am not so easily worn out," she said; "and, indeed, I am very comfortable with Mrs. Chisel; she is most kind. I daresay some people would think her trying, but, after all, her heart is in the right place."
"Ah, that is always said about people who have nothing else to recommend them," Ruth said, with a grimace. "Well, I am going out now to make my grand discovery at the Turnpike House--and you, Jennie?"
"Oh, I have my teaching. Mildred and Ethel must have their lessons."
"It is not as nice as writing poetry."
"No, of course not. But we can't have all we want in this world."