"Is she one of your teachers?" Rosalind asked.
"Yes; she is Miss Celia Fair. She teaches drawing and sometimes keeps study hour, and she is as sweet as she can be," Belle concluded, with enthusiasm.
The name brought to mind one of Rosalind's greatest puzzles,—the hillside, the young lady who looked as if she might be as Belle described her—sweet; the strange incident of the rose, and Aunt Genevieve's words, "We have nothing to do with the Fairs."
"I saw her once," she remarked gravely.
"I forgot the Fairs and the Whittredges don't speak. Perhaps you know about it," said Belle.
Rosalind shook her head.
"I think it was about the will; wasn't it, Katherine? Mrs. Whittredge wanted to break it because she thought Mr. Gilpin was crazy, but Dr. Fair said he wasn't, and testified in court."
Rosalind listened with interest. "Isn't Dr. Fair dead?" she asked.
"Yes. He used to be our doctor, and I liked him so much."
"The Fairs have lost all their money now, so Miss Celia has to teach and do all sorts of things," Katherine remarked.