Nelly gave an involuntary gasp, under her breath, "Oh!"
Mr. March looked at her in still greater surprise.
"Do you, Nell?" he said.
Nelly did not reply, but looked at Rob, who said:—
"I don't know where they are now." But his expression was a very guilty one.
"Rob!" said his father, sternly, "you know something about those onions: tell me this moment."
Nelly clasped her hands tight, and gave a little cry, "Oh, Rob!"
Now that the final moment had come, Rob spoke up like a man.
"Papa, I threw them out of the car door,—they made such a smell. I found them close to our berth when I first got up, and they smelled so horrid I threw them away. Perhaps they weren't this man's onions," said poor Rob, clutching at a last hope.
Mr. March could hardly believe his ears.