Cora briefly demurred again. "In that funny old grotto."
Mrs. Gracedew thought. "Funny?"
"Half-way from the park gate. It's very nice!'" Cora more eagerly added.
Mrs. Gracedew continued to reflect. "Oh, I know it!" She spoke as if she had known it most of her life.
Her tone encouraged her client. "Then will you see him?"
"No." This time it was almost dry.
"No?"
"No. If you want help———" Mrs. Gracedew, still musing, explained.
"Yes?"
"Well—you want a great deal."
"Oh, so much!"—Cora but too woefully took it in. "I want," she quavered, "all there is!"
"Well—you shall have it."
"All there is?"—she convulsively held her to it.
Mrs. Gracedew had finally mastered it. "I'll see your father."
"You dear, delicious lady!" Her young friend had again encompassed her; but, passive and preoccupied, she showed some of the chill
