"Oh, how nice," cried Bella, when Edith had finished. "I like that. It is so jingly and jangly."
"Why! how you talk!" said Edith, laughing. "It's poetry."
"Is it?" said Bella. "O—h!"
She put both her precious letters in her drawer, and then played with her baby all the rest of the day. I believe the good little thing went to sleep, and woke up again that day about fifty-nine times—maybe sixty.
A LETTER FOR MISS BELLA CURTIS! TWO CENTS!!
THE FIRST LETTER FROM CHARLESTON.
About a week after this, there came such a tremendous ring at the bell, that both the fat cook and the waiter rushed to the door, and when it was opened, there stood the postman! bawling out, "A letter for Miss Bella Curtis! Two cents!"