"How do you make that out?"

"Well, my dear, if he hadn't taken your father's advice he might have been
a rich man now instead of a poor one.... He invested all his money as he
told him."

"In my father's things?"

"In things he was interested in. And he lost it."

"It shows how he must have trusted him."

"He wasn't the only one who was ruined by his trust."

Harriett blinked. Her mind swerved from the blow. "I think you must be
mistaken," she said.

"I'm less likely to be mistaken than you, my dear, though he _was_
your father."

Harriett sat up, straight and stiff. "Well, _your_ father's alive,
and _he's_ dead."

"I don't see what that has to do with it."

"Don't you? If it had happened the other way about, your father wouldn't
have died."

Connie stared stupidly at Harriett, not taking it in. Presently she got up
and left her. She moved clumsily, her broad hips shaking.