"Hoo! Where?" asked Marjorie, intensely interested.
"London, my father thought; but he never enquired."
"He never—? You mean—?"
"He blotted her name out of the Book, and it was never mentioned in our home again."
"And not one of you ever tried to find what had become of her?"
"Certainly not."
Marjorie looked up at her father and drew a long and indignant breath.
"Well—!" she began.
"And now," explained Uncle Fred, "it's coming out in you, my girl."
What was coming out Marjorie did not trouble him to explain. It is doubtful if she heard him at all.