And--I--I won't go back to them.

I can't.

I won't." "Go back to whom ?" queried her friend.

"Detectives employed by whom ?" "My folks," she answered quickly.
Constance was surprised.

Least of all had she expected that.
"Why won't you go home ?" she prompted as the girl seemed about to lapse into a sort of stolid reticence.
"Home ?" she repeated bitterly.