It was in March that Bill Alardy went to Ashelton. She was sent there “to grow up,” Polly said, and added some sceptical remarks with regard to both place and person. “Poor little Wilhelmina,” said Miss Brownlow, “she has never had a fair chance among us all; the best possible thing for her would be to go to Ashelton with Theresa.” And Miss Brownlow should have known, for she was acquainted with Ashelton, and even better acquainted with Bill, having had the doubtful pleasure of her charge and company from early childhood. Polly did not know much about Ashelton; she had only been there once to spend the day with Theresa, which was a grievance in itself, for Theresa had lived there ever since …
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