Mary, thankful that her white pongee had not wrinkled, divided her attention between the donning of that, and the information that Eugenia was imparting.
She had named the baby for Stuart's great-aunt Patricia, who for so many years had been like a mother to the boys and Elsie.

She felt that she owed the dear, prim old lady that much as a sort of reparation for all she had suffered at the hands of the boys whom she had loved so dearly in spite of her inability to understand them.

Father Tremont had been so touched and pleased when she proposed it.

No, he could not be with them this Christmas.

He had taken Elsie to the south of France.