CHAPTER XXXVII
Margaret bolted the door on the inside. Then she would have kissed her sister, but Helen, in a dignified voice, that came strangely from her, said:
“ Convenient! You did not tell me that the books were unpacked. I have found nearly everything that I want.”
“ I told you nothing that was true.”
“ It has been a great surprise, certainly. Has Aunt Juley been ill?”
“ Helen, you wouldn’t think I’d invent that?”
“ I suppose not,” said Helen, turning away, and crying a very little. “But one loses faith in everything after this.”
“ We thought it was illness, but even then—I haven’t behaved worthily.”
Helen selected another book.
“ I ought not to have consulted any one. What would our father have thought of me?”
She did not think of questioning her sister, or of rebuk
