At this her niece gave a tearful giggle.
"La! What ails you now, Di?"
"H-he never said—spotty."
Miss Betty smiled reluctantly.
"A doubtful past, then."
"I don't believe it!"
Her aunt pursed up her lips.
"I won't believe it. He couldn't be wicked. You forget he saved me!"
Miss Betty relented.
"No, I do not, my love; and, to be sure, I think he is a dear boy, but I also think 'twas very right of him to go away."