"But I should not be so certain, godmother."
"Ah, true. Is the letter so important, then?"
"I—I don't know, exactly. Only father was very particular about it."
"Well, give me the letter. I will see that he gets it safe."
Ruth still pressed her hand against her bosom, and a look of piteous disappointment broke into her eyes.
"Is he so very ill, then? Might I not just see him for a minute, and take the answer back?"
"The young master is better, but not half so well as he strives to be. I never saw any one so crazy to get out."
"Is he—is he, though?"
"And about your father. He is always questioning me if I have heard from the cottage."
"Indeed!"