I said: "Look and see; isn't there a note with the flowers?"
Million took up the fragrant sheaf. Something white was tucked in among the deep red blooms.
"There is a card," she said. She took it out, and glanced at it. I heard her exclaim in a startled voice: "Lor'! Who may he be when he's at home?"
I looked up quickly.
"What?" I said. "Don't you remember who Mr. Brace is?"
"I remember Mr. Brace all right, Miss—Smith, I mean. But these here ain't from no Mr. Brace," said Million, in a voice of amazement. "Look at the card!"
I took the card and read it.
On one side was:
"To Miss Million, with kindest greetings from an old friend of the family!"
On the other side was the name: