"With pleasure."
"I have it here. It was written nearly a year ago, and I have carried it in my bosom, hoping to find some way of sending it to him. Tell him how it is with me here, and he will bless you for the message."
"But, come to think of it, would it not be better for both your brother and myself if I simply took a verbal message from you to him? I shall be under the police eye all the time, and the letter might be found and get us both into trouble."
"Yes, you are right," she said, after a moment's reflection, and then she told him the message she would have him deliver.
Then, receiving his address, he charged his mind with it, and started to go.
"One moment more; tell me your name, that I may remember and pray for you always," she said, appealingly.
"William Barnwell; and yours?"
"Zora Vola."
"I shall not forget it."
"As I shall never forget yours."