"Marshs' company," said both voices at once.
"Oh!" Rosemary steadied herself for a moment against the back of her chair and then sat down.
"Have you seen her?" asked Grandmother.
"Yes." Rosemary's answer was scarcely more than a whisper. In her wretchedness, she told the truth, being unable to think sufficiently to lie.
"When?" asked Aunt Matilda.
"Where?" demanded Grandmother.
"Yesterday, when I was out for a walk." It was not necessary to go back of yesterday.
"Where was she?" insisted Grandmother.
"Up on the hill. I didn't know she was there when I went up. She was at the top, resting."
"Did she speak to you?" asked Aunt Matilda.