But--she stayed.
"Caroline," said Captain Elisha, after a moment of silence, "I presume likely--of course I don't know for sartin, but I presume likely it's Mrs.Dunn and that son of hers who've told you what you think you know." "It doesn't concern you who told us!" blustered Stephen, pushing forward.

He might have been a fly buzzing on the wall for all the attention his uncle paid him.
"I presume likely the Dunns told you, Caroline," he repeated, calmly.
His niece met his gaze stubbornly.
"Well," she answered, "and if they did?
Wasn't it necessary we should know it?
Oh!" with a shudder of disgust, "I wish I could make you understand how ashamed I feel--how _wicked_ and ashamed I feel that I--_I_ should have disgraced father's memory by....

Oh, but there! I can't! Yes; Mrs.Dunn and Malcolm did tell us--many things.

Thank God that we _have_ friends to tell us the truth!" "Amen!" quietly.

"I'll say amen to that, Caroline, any time.