“Yes, as I remember, the members of the family were unwilling to talk of the matter.”
“He didn’t leave because of some disgrace?”
“Not as far as anyone knew. His leave-taking was shrouded in mystery.”
“I never knew I had such an interesting relative!” Doris declared. “The Misses Gates must know more than that about him and I’m curious to learn what they may have to tell me. I wish I could go to Rumson and visit them this summer. May I?”
“You really think you would enjoy it?”
“Perhaps not, but it would be something to do. And then, of course there is a possibility that I am to inherit money. If only Kitty were going along, I know I’d have fun.”
“But I don’t know anything about these women you are invited to visit, Doris.”
“Oh, they must be nice,” Doris urged. “You can almost tell by their handwriting—it’s so refined.”
Uncle Ward smiled. When his niece’s mind was made up, he seldom could hold out against her.
“Very well,” he gave in reluctantly. “I suppose I must say you may go. Mind, I don’t feel entirely easy about it.”