"I wonder if Miss Craven is crying in her room?" and Helen really longed to go to her. She was so overflowing with happiness.
CHAPTER XII
THE COURAGE OF CONVICTIONS
The last mail came up just after dinner. It was in the Aldred House mail-bag, and Mrs. Aldred handed out the letters. One she laid on the table. But the recipient had no idea of it and was not among the applicants.
When they were all gone she took that up. It was in a modern business hand with a good deal of strength in it, not the kind of hand usual for country farmers. The post mark was North Hope.
"Will you ask Miss Grant to come to me, Becky?"
Helen flew with eager blitheness through the hall and glanced with happy inquiring eyes.
"Was there a letter for me? I did not expect one so soon."
"Is this from your uncle?" she held it up.