“Where is Christy Holgate?”
“He has robbed a man of his money, and run away.”
“Christy?”
“Yes, mother; and that isn’t the worst of it, either.”
“Why, what do you mean, Wolfert?”
“Father was the man whom he robbed.”
“Why, Wolfert!” ejaculated my mother, as pale as death.
“It is just as I say, mother; and it isn’t the worst of it, either.”
“Oh, dear! What else has happened?” she demanded, in a hoarse whisper.
“Father has taken to drinking again,” I replied; and, no longer able to restrain my emotions, I burst into tears.