Freddy sat bolt upright. He, too, had been lying stretched out on a lounge-chair.
"Going to see Mrs. Ireton? But you don't know her!"
He did not ask Meg why she was going; he knew.
"That doesn't matter—I know all about her. My heart and mind know her, and, after all, that's the important thing—it's the only thing that matters."
"But, Meg——"
"Chum, no 'buts'—'buts' belong to small things. This is my life. We must do something. You can't leave your work; I am no longer needed."
"But what can Hadassah Ireton do?"
"I don't know—she'll know, I feel she'll know. That's why I'm going."
She paused. "I've been told to go."
"Oh, nonsense! How's this going to clear things up?" Freddy paused.
"I don't know. If I did, I shouldn't go to the Iretons'. It's because I don't know, and nothing's being done, that I mean to go to her and consult her."