"Why, you look all tuckered out, child,--I was shocked when you
first came in. Now, don't be foolish, dear. I tell you it will be
all right with David. I wrote him all about it, and--what's that
you are saying?"
"You don't suppose he will think I--think I did it, Aunt Nancy?"
Alix whispered bleakly.
"Think you--for the land's sake, Alix, what on earth are you saying?
Are you stark, staring crazy? You come right upstairs and get into
bed this minute. My land, I--I believe you're going to be sick.
You've got the queerest look in your eyes. Come on, now, deary,
and--"
"I am sick,--just sick with unhappiness, Aunt Nancy," sobbed
the girl. "You don't know,--you don't understand. Oh, he couldn't
believe I would do such a thing as THAT! He couldn't think me so
cruel, and wicked and--and spiteful."
"Now, listen to me," said Mrs. Strong sternly. "What is the meaning
of all this? What has happened between you and David that makes
you talk like this? Tell me,--tell me this minute, Alix Crown."
"Hasn't he told you--written you about ANYTHING?" cried the girl.
"I don't know what you are driving at, Alix, but whatever it is I
KNOW David hasn't got anything against you that would make you say
such things as you've just been saying." She hesitated a moment
and then laid her hand on Alix's head. "I've been wondering a whole
lot of late, Alix.
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