"The letter's to me."
This time he turned, saw her face, and steadied.
She offered him the envelope.
He glanced at the address.
"Yes, it's to you all right. Funny they didn't write to me."
"Won't you read it, Ned?" she said gently.
He skimmed the contents and winced.
"That's all right, Anne," he said, handing it back to her, and patting her hand. "The old man's been as good as his word—and better, by the amount of Income Tax."
"Such a way to do it and all," said Anne censoriously.
He pinched her arm.