"Why, do you know all about them?"
"Yes."
"Who told you? Aunt Prue hasn't told me."
"Mother knows. She knew Prue's father. I suspect some of the girls' fathers in your school knew him, too."
"I don't know. He was rich once—here—I know that. Deborah told me where he used to live; it's a handsome house, with handsome grounds, a stable in the rear and an iron fence in front."
"I've seen it," said Morris, in his concisest tone. "Mr. Holmes and I walked past one day. Mayor Parks lives there now."
"Clarissa Parks' father!" cried Marjorie, in an enlightened tone. "She's in our first class, and if she studied she would learn something. She's bright, but she hasn't motive enough."
"Do you think Mr. Holmes, will ever come home?" he asked.
"Why not? Of course he will," she answered in astonishment.
"That depends. Prue might bring him. I want to see him finished; there's a fine finishment for him somewhere and I want to see it. For all that is worth anything in me I have to thank him. He made me—as God lets one man make another. I would like to live long enough to pass it on; to make some one as he made me."