“You need not, Frank. Mamma will know. And you don’t suppose that anything they say can really hurt our Davie?”
“No; not in the end. But—there’s no use in talking.”
“I am not afraid!” said Violet. “And mamma will not fret about it; I am sure of that?”
There was nothing more said for some time, and then Violet asked:
“Where is your brother now?”
“He must be far across the country by this time. He was enjoying the trip very much when I left him.”
“And when will he be home?”
“I don’t know. Not for a good while yet. Why are you asking?”
Frank raised himself up, and peered with his dim eyes into Violet’s face.
“Why are you asking?” he repeated.