"I did beat my wings pretty lame at first," said Rotha; "but not in this cage."
"In what one then?" he asked quickly.
"Oh—after you went away. I mean that time."
"What made the cage at that time?"
"Aunt Serena—and aunt Serena's house."
"I was a little afraid of it. But I could not help myself. What did she do?"
Rotha hesitated a little.
"I do not think it is any use to go back to it now," she said. "It was partly my own fault. I had meant fully to do just as you said, and be polite and quiet and pleasant;—and I could not!"
"And so—?"
"And so, we had bad times. After aunt Serena kept me from seeing you and bidding you good bye, or even knowing that you were gone, I could not forgive her. And she knew she had wronged me. And that people do not forget."