myself. My religion tells me--" He broke off. "No; this is fooling. I'm
going to do it because I'm going to do it. And I'm really going to do
it. I'm not going to be an amateur--like slumming. I'm going to find out
things for myself."

"But on the roads--" expostulated Jack.

"Exactly. That's the very point. Back to the land."

Jack sat up.

"Good Lord!" he said. "Why, I never thought of it."

"What?"

"It's your old grandmother coming out."

Frank stared.

"Grandmother?"

"Yes--old Mrs. Kelly."

Frank laughed suddenly and loudly.

"By George!" he said, "I daresay it is. Old Grandmamma Kelly! She was a
gipsy--so she was. I believe you've hit it, Jack. Let's see: she was my
grandfather's second wife, wasn't she?"

Jack nodded.