Marjorie's fingers dropped the grapes.
"Her father spent years in state-prison when he should have spent a lifetime there at hard labor! Ask my father. Jerome Holmes! He is famous in this city! How dared he send his little girl here to hear all about it!"
"Perhaps he thought he sent her among Christians and among ladies," returned Miss Harrowgate. "I should think you would be ashamed to bring that old story up, Clarissa."
Marjorie was paralyzed; she could not move or utter a sound.
"Father has all the papers with the account in; father lost enough, he ought to know about it."
"That child can't help it," said Emma Downs. "She has a face as sweet and innocent as an apple blossom."
"I hope she will never come here to school to revive the old scandal," said Miss Denyse. "Mother told me all about it as soon as she knew who the child was."
"Somebody else had the hardest of it," said Miss Parks; "that's a story for us girls. Mother says she was one of the brightest and sweetest girls in all the city; she used to drive around with her father, and her wedding day was set, the cards were out, and then it came out that he had to go to state-prison instead. She gave up her diamonds and everything of value he had given her. She was to have lived in the house we live in now; but he went to prison and she went somewhere and has never been back for any length of time until this year, and now she has his little girl with her."
Miss Prudence! Was that Miss Prudence's story? Was she bearing it like this? Was that why she loved poor little Prue so?
"Bring some water, quick!" Marjorie heard some one say.