"Theo," Aunt Blythe said. "According to Father, he was a no-good rascal, but just look at that angelic little face. He couldn't have been all bad." "I guess Great-grandfather didn't like him either." "No, indeed." Aunt Blythe laughed. "If anything, Father disliked Theo even more than Hannah. The feeling was mutual, I'm afraid. I haven't seen either one of them since their mother died. Lord, that was more than fifty years ago." I looked closely at the swing in the picture. "Was this taken on your porch?" Aunt Blythe nodded. "Hannah used to live here. Father bought the house after her mother died." She pointed to the sweet-faced woman and the stern man beside her. "Great-aunt Mildred and Great-uncle Henry." I leaned against my aunt's shoulder. "Let me guess," I said. "Great-grandfather didn't like them either." "What a perceptive boy you are."