Rebecca saw the blood mount to Philip's forehead and she wished she had not said such a thing.
"Lost their money? Oh, well, folks that can't keep what they have don't deserve it! Well, so long, kid! I have a date. Hope the old letters will get to you safely. I don't bear you any grudge, even if you did steal my husband from me and then take my widow's weeds."
With an airy wave of her hand, the woman turned from the child with perfect indifference.
Rebecca's lip trembled a bit, but she forced a smile and looked up into Philip's eyes.
"She was always that way. But, anyhow, we have the order for the trunk and before long we'll have the trunk. Then—then—I won't be poor kin any more, but belong to the Taylor family just as much as Aunt Myra and Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Spot. Oh, Mr. Philip Bolling, you are always saving me and seeing me through!"
