"All of us!" Celia Jane got breath enough to utter.
"Me, too?" Nora asked.
"Yes, all of you!" laughed Jerry. "And Kathleen, too."
"I wanta see serka," cried the baby.
"And so you shall," said Whiteface, so close that Kathleen drew whimpering away from his white, chalky features. "It's all true, Mrs. Mullarkey."
"Don't be afraid of Whiteface, Kathleen," called Jerry. "He's father."
At last Mrs. Mullarkey found her voice, but at the queer, choking sound she made, Jerry looked up and saw tears running down her face.
"I can't tell you how glad I am that you have found your father and mother, Jerry," she said. "Mr. Darner is here now and, after all, he was going to take you away—this very day. And Celia Jane—" She couldn't finish, but put Kathleen down and covered her face with her apron, rocking her body back and forth.
Jerry looked towards the house and saw at the living-room window the face of a man,—a large, heavy face that seemed to scowl out at the crowd.
