“I wish they wouldn’t bother father about us,” said Una.
“Well, people think he ought to bother himself about you a little more. I don’t—I understand him. He’s a child in some ways himself—that’s what he is, and needs some one to look after him as bad as you do. Well, perhaps he’ll have some one before long, if all tales is true.”
“What do you mean?” asked Faith.
“Haven’t you got any idea—honest?” demanded Mary.