Marion drew the little package from her pocket and started to open it.
“I suppose it is in here; Miss Williams said it contained all of poor Kittie’s treasures,” she said as she tore off the paper and laid the contents on the table.
There was a handkerchief, a bit of ribbon and a brass locket in the package. Then Marion caught her breath as she discovered two pictures.
“This is his!” cried Miss Allyn, snatching up the one of young Brookes.
There was a glad cry from Marion at the very same minute. She was staring hard at the other picture.
“Oh, how wrong I was! How unjust!” she cried, remorsefully. “See! here is the picture of another young man, and Kittie has left no doubt as to who he is, for she has scrawled across the back of it, ‘This is the father of my baby.’”
The girls both looked at the picture and the words which were written on it, while Marion censured herself in the most vigorous language.
“He is a common-looking fellow, almost brutal,” said Dollie, looking again at the picture. “Oh, what a pity Miss Williams hadn’t found this first! I can see by her face that Marion has suffered!”
“I have, indeed,” said Marion, honestly. “It nearly killed me to think so badly of the doctor.”