Chapter 27

"I guess," said Janet with her faint, sweet smile, "I guess the Dad deserves it. Why he nearly worked himself ill doing relief work and things out there in Vienna and places." "Is there any lack of funds, Mr. Longmoor?" asked one lady. "One feels one ought to do something to help." The Reverend Theodosius gave her one of his rare sweet smiles. "There was when I left," he murmured. "You'd never believe how money goes out there, and really the poor children have very little to show for it." "Too bad--too bad." A …