"It was Edward Watkins who told Mr. Clark," repeated Ethel Brown.
Gertrude sat stupefied.
"Unless the wish were father to the thought," ended Mrs. Smith softly.
"Unless he wanted it to be true?" translated Gertrude inquiringly. "Unless—Oh!"
A blush burned its way from her chin to her brow and lost itself in the soft hair that swept back from her temples.
"He wanted it to be true, and he said he thought it was going to happen. Well, he's altogether too sure! It's humiliating," and she threw up her chin and walked firmly out of the room, for the first time forgetting Elisabeth.
"What does she mean?" Ethel Blue asked her aunt.
"Why is she humiliated?" asked Ethel Brown.
"What is she going to do?" was Dorothy's question.
"I don't know," Mrs. Smith replied to Dorothy. "We'd better not bother her. Don't tease her with questions."