“I shall investigate, of course,” began her father, after some thought; “but if nothing can be found out about the donor of this wonderful gift, it seems to me that since the money has been sent to you for a special purpose, and sent in such a manner, the only course open to us is to use it as stipulated, and not make any further effort to discover its sender.”
“Oh, but, Dad! It’s so tantalizing,” wailed his daughter.
“I know; but, Patricia, when you have a secret, you don’t like to have anyone try to guess it, do you?”
“N—o.”
“This is the same thing. Just do your best to be worthy of such a generous gift and wait for its sender to reveal himself when he chooses.”
“Your father is quite right, Pat,” agreed Mrs. Randall; “and I’d like to add one more suggestion: that you do not discuss the matter with anyone else but us. It’s romantic, and your inclination will be to let your new companions in on the secret, but I think you will be wise if you keep it to yourself; unless, of course, some unusual circumstance arises.”
Patricia thought soberly for a few minutes, then said with a sigh, “I suppose you’re right, Mother.”
“Do you think you’ll have any trouble transferring your credits and getting into the Sophomore class?” asked her father presently, after another long pause, while each was busy with his own thoughts.
“I don’t think so. I’ll go to see the Dean the first thing tomorrow morning, and I’ll have to write for a room—”
“And we’ll have to shop and sew,” added Mrs. Randall, almost as eagerly as her daughter.