"How mysteriously interesting," commented Nora. "Hurry on with it, Anne. Who are the persons concerned?"
"Mr. Southard and"—Anne paused briefly to give due effect to her words—"Miriam."
A ripple of surprise passed along the row.
"What do you mean, Anne?" was Grace's quick question.
"I mean that for nearly four years Mr. Southard has cared for Miriam," replied Anne steadily.
Nora's puckered red lips emitted a surprised whistle.
"This is news," averred Jessica. "But Miriam could never care for him. He is so much older."
"How old do you imagine Mr. Southard to be, Jessica?" asked Anne slyly.
"Oh, I don't know. He must be—"
Jessica paused reflectively. Then a sudden look of astonishment passed over her face. "Why how funny! He isn't really old. I don't believe he is as old as thirty-five, but he seems older."