only one word came to her, but now that word was "Daddy," and "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy!" again and again.
"Why didn't you tell me, Mammy?" she asked presently.
"Are you going to tell the others?" Mother asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because—"
"Exactly," said Mother; "so you understand why I didn't tell you. We two must help each other to be brave."
"Yes," said Bobbie, "Mother, will it make you more unhappy if you tell me all about it? I want to understand."
So then, sitting cuddled up close to her Mother, Bobbie heard "all about it." She heard how those men, who had asked to see Father on that remembered last night when the Engine was being mended, had come to arrest him, charging him with selling State secrets to the Russians—with being, in fact, a spy and a traitor. She heard about the trial, and about the evidence—letters found in Father's desk at the office, letters that convinced the jury that Father was guilty.
