I'm rather anxious about her," said Avery.
"It's all Father's fault," said Gracie.
Avery was silent.

She could not contradict the statement.
As she reached the door, Gracie spoke again, but more to herself than to Avery.

"I hope--when he dies--he'll go to hell and stay there for ever and ever and ever!" "Oh, Gracie!" Avery stopped, genuinely shocked.

"How wrong!" she said.
Gracie nodded several times.

"Yes, I know it's wrong, but I don't care.
And I hope he'll die to-morrow." "Hush! Hush!" Avery said.
Whereat Gracie broke into a propitiatory smile.