“It’s a foolish message,” said he with a little laugh. “But mothers are that way. Anyway it don’t seem fair not to give it ye.”
“Oh, never mind,” faltered the girl, for there was a misgiving at her heart. But he had taken the letter out of his pocket.
“Tell Letty Cox,” he said, “as I thank her for her kindness to my lad in his trouble.”
“Kindness!” repeated she tremulously, and with downcast face.
“Well, when a feller’s a bit down, miss, ye wouldn’t think how it sort o’ cheers ’im up to ’ave somebody ’pear to care. It’s not many thinks of an old woman, but mother’s all the world to me.”
“O’ course she is,” murmured Letty.
“Leastways,” added the postman, rather darkly, “I didn’t think as I should ever think of another female but ’er again.”
“No,” said Letty softly.
“But there’s never no tellin’ what folks’ll do—man nor woman,” added Frewin wisely.
“No,” said Letty again.