“Oh, it wouldn’t help matters,” said Fred, adding with an air of conclusiveness, “There it is!” Then adjusting the folds of his blanket to a greater dignity, and replacing his long extinct large pipe between his teeth, he went on his way. The tail of his blanket followed him reluctantly through the door. His bare feet padded across the hall and became inaudible on the carpet of the stairs.
Adjusting the folds of his blanket to a greater dignity.
“Fred!” said Melville, going doorward with a sudden afterthought for fuller particulars.
But Fred had gone.
Instead, Mrs. Bunting appeared.
II
She appeared with traces of recent emotion. “I telegraphed,” she said. “We are in dreadful trouble.”
“Miss Waters, I gather——”
“She’s gone.”