(Mary's face was heavy with thought now.)
"I don't know. I'm going to get something to do."
"To do?"
(Mary said to herself, then certainly it was not amusing. She pondered it.)
"Is it," she brought out, "because of Steven Rowcliffe?"
"No. It's because of Ally."
"Ally?"
"Yes. Didn't Papa tell you about her?"
"Not he. Did he tell you?"
"No. It was Steven Rowcliffe."