He looked from the miniature to the crest and back to the miniature again, then at Alice.

"I tell you this is strange," he repeated with emphasis.

"It is exceedingly strange." Her cheeks flushed quickly under their soft brown and her eyes flashed with excitement.
"Yes, I know." Her voice fluttered; her hands were clasped in her lap.
She leaned toward him eagerly.

"It is strange.

I've thought about it a great deal." "Alice Tarleton; that is right; Alice is a name of the family.