"The girl you let down easy?"
"Well, really, Miss Boynton—"
"Roberta," corrected Bobby.
"Very well, Roberta. It's your time to read to me. May I choose a letter?"
"No, I'll choose one myself."
"But that isn't fair. I let you select any one you liked."
She thought it over, then somewhat reluctantly held out three envelops. It was so evident that she was trying to keep back the bulky one with the bold address that Percival instantly selected it.
"Some of it's secrets," she warned him, "and you mustn't peep."
"Of course not. But who is it from?"
"That wasn't in the game. I didn't ask you."