"Poor old Cart," said Mary Lee reaching for the letter which lay on top of the heap.
"Why 'poor'?" jerked out Jack.
"I've just had a letter from him."
"It's more than I have had, then," returned Jack.
"I imagine he believes you don't care for one. When did you write to him last, Jack?"
Jack answered reluctantly. "Not since we left San Francisco to come here."
"Why, Jack Corner, I think that is cruelty to animals. Why haven't you written?" Mary Lee spoke indignantly.
"Oh, just because."
"That's no reason. Have you quarreled with Carter?"