ate for me to wear it because I was most like a widow anyhow."
"And now where are you going?" asked Philip.
"To a grandfather in Virginia!"
"And why hasn't he been looking after you all these years?"
"I don't know. You see I just found out I had a grandfather. Mrs. O'Shea discovered him when we cleared out the studio. There were letters to my first father from my grandfather. The letters were all quarreling letters. Some of them begged him to come home and be a manufacturer of hubs, whatever they are, and one of them was so angry because Father had married Mother. That one said he needn't ever come home again and that his father had disowned him. He must be a terrible old man to have written such letters. I feel so miserable at the thought of going to him, but Mrs. O'Shea would have it this way and here I am on the train and going. There is nothing left to pawn but the books and I couldn't let them go, and I don't know how to earn a living yet. I mean to some day, though."
"Has your grandfather written to you?" asked Philip.
"Oh, Mrs. O'Shea didn't give him time. She
