"In Bangor," said Derrice.
"And do you always get your meals here when he is absent?"
"Nearly always."
"You must make it up to Mrs. Negus. Her purse isn't very deep and she keeps on adopting children."
"I have written to my father to send me some money for her."
Miss Gastonguay hastily opened her mouth, then closed it again, for Chelda stood before her. "You are going to stay, aunt?" she asked, in slight surprise.
"Yes."
Chelda made no comment, and even went to play with Derrice and the baby on the hearth-rug, but Miss Gastonguay saw from her manner that she was not pleased.