"If you call her Aunt Grosvenor. I say she was our mother. I'm sure she was," said Elsie.
"Our mother!" Duncan said, under his breath. "What do you mean, Elsie?"
"The letter says something about two little babies," Elsie began.
"Does it?" Duncan asked. "I didn't hear it."
"Well, it says, the 'little things,' and that's the same; and it's all about sending them to Aunt Nannie's native place. Well, this is Aunt Nannie's native place; and who were the two little things, eh?"
"I'm sure I dunno," Duncan said slowly.
"Well, they weren't Robbie, were they? Then, who were they? Why, you an' me, of course. It says 'the girl' somewhere, an' of course that's me. So now, isn't the letter about us? an' that's why granny was so afraid of losing it. Do you see now, little silly? It's plain enough."
"But why did they?" murmured Duncan.
"That's the funny part of it. They ought to have told us. Why didn't she?"
"Who?"