“BARBARA WHITE.”
Amory threw the paper down. “Do I see visions?” he cried, and hastily unfolded the second; it ran as follows:
“Forgive me; I got into the wrong house, the wrong room. I was very tired, and my latch-key fitted, and I didn't know until I saw your fire, and then you came. Don't think me a very bold and horrid girl, and forgive me. Your fire was so warm and bright, and—you were kind.