through, and attached it with the gold pin to the bit of writing.
"That's her marriage certificate," he said to the woman. She stared at him.
"Mr. Williston, do you believe that child?" she burst out, loosening her hold on the bottle in her hand. "Why, she may be making it all up! I—I—you must be crazy! You don't even know her name! I won't allow it—"
He broke into her excited remonstrance gravely.
"I don't believe a child could make up such details, in the first place, Mrs. Ufford," he said, "she is repeating something she's heard, I think. Did your cousin mention anything else?" he said abruptly to Caroline.
She smiled gratefully at him. "The mother must be a good woman," she quoted placidly.
Both of them started.
"Do you think a child would invent that?" he demanded. "Now, see here. You take Mrs. Ufford home with you in the automobile and she can see if there's anything in what you say, really. If there's not, she can go right on with the—with it, and do as—as we arranged before.
