Ma had risen, and somehow her chair overturned behind her. Her exclamation was a gasp. Rube stared; he had no words just then. Rosebud continued to caress the dog, who whined his pleasure at the unusual attention. At last she turned. For an instant her eyes met Seth’s. 182
“May I read that letter, Seth?” she asked quietly.
“Sure.” Seth rose from the table. “Rube,” he said, “I’d take it friendly if you’d fill my pipe.” Then he moved across to the window.
Rosebud looked up from reading the letter. She came round to him and handed it back.
“So my name’s Marjorie Raynor?” she said with a queer smile.
Seth nodded.
“And all this money is what you once spoke about?”
Again came Seth’s affirmation.
“And how long have you known—that I’m not Rosebud?”
“Got that bit of a letter Saturday.”