Remember me?
Indeed she did, and she promised me with the faithfulest, stanchest eyes of a woman set in a child's head that she would not tell; that I need not fear for one minute; that the lady who had given her the doll was quite safe.

She knew, and she must have heard what I said to you this morning.

She is the most wonderful child I have ever seen." Cynthia had sank back in her chair.

Lyman Risley put his cigar back between his lips; Cynthia was quite still, her delicate profile towards him.
"I assure you there is not the slightest danger of their troubling the child because of her silence, and you would do an exceedingly foolish thing, and its consequences would react not upon yourself only, but--upon others, were you to confess the truth to them," he said after a little.

"You must think of others--of your friends, and of your sister's boy, whose loss led you into this.