"Oh, it is awful!" gasped Mrs.
Ayres.

"It is awful! Miss Eliza Farrel is dead, and--" Sylvia grasped the other woman nervously by the arm.

"And what ?" she cried.
Lucy gave an hysterical sob and sank down in a slender huddle on the stairs.

The grocer's boy looked at them.

He had a happy, important expression.