“That’s splendid!” cried Bess. “Think of saving a whole shipload of people!” and her eyes sparkled.
“How is your father?” asked Cora in a low voice, as she got a chance to walk with Rosalie, the other three girls going on ahead.
“Oh, he is still worried–if that is what you mean,” was the answer.
“That is what I do mean, my dear,” Cora went on. “I wonder if you would mind describing your aunt to us.”
“You mean the one who–disappeared?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
It was a challenge, and Rosalie looked curiously at Cora.
“Well, my dear, I fancy–no, I will say nothing until I learn more. But don’t tell me about her unless you choose.”
“Oh, I’m sure I don’t mind. Perhaps you would like to speak to father?”