Tom came running up, pulling at his socks, so that there seemed something hiccuping, drunken, in his progress. "We have been cleaning up," he said cheerfully. Mrs. Oxford winced. These poor children in their menial roles--And here came Sarah, with a smut on her cheek. Left in genteel poverty by the death of their father, the Fontayne siblings--Sarah, Philly, Christopher, and Tom--are shaken when their mother, loving but dizzy,...