"I don't know!" Wolf did not look at her, but his big handsome face was suffused with happy colour. "Harry and Rose, maybe," he admitted.
Kate sat down suddenly, her eyes upon him.
"Not the Baby?" she half whispered.
Her son leaned back in his chair, and folded his big arms across his chest. When he looked at her the smile had faded from his face, and his eyes were a trifle narrowed, and his mouth set.
"I guess so!" he said, simply. "I guess it's always been—Norma. But I didn't always know it. I used to think of her as just another sister—like Rose. But I know now that she'll never seem that again—never did, really."
He was silent, and Kate sat staring at him in silence.
"Has she any relatives, Mother?"
"Has—what?"
"Has she people—who are they?"
Kate looked at the floor.