For a moment Anne looked at him with that wide stare, then, like a flash, it came. "Oh, Charlie, Charlie boy," she cried, "why don't you ask me to marry you—I can't ask you, you know——"
Before she had finished, he was on his knees beside her, and then I shut my eyes and put my fingers in my ears, for the time had come when I had no right to hear or see.
But as for theories—Oh, who knows what a woman will do? There was Elizabeth and there was Anne——
But I never would have believed it of Anne!
THE MOTHER OF ANGELA ANN
BY
CLARA E. LAUGHLIN
ILLUSTRATIONS BY ALICE BARBER STEPHENS