Lavinia picked up the letter again and began:
“Well, de—”
“Oh,” she exclaimed, blushing hotly, “I can’t read you that. Let’s see—”
She leafed over the letter, one, two, three, four sheets. Mrs. Blair was smiling.
“Aren’t you leaving out the best parts?” she asked archly.
“Oh, there’s nothing,” Lavinia said, not looking up. “But—oh, well, this is all. He says—
“‘There is a good deal of unrest and uneasiness here just now, because the first of May is coming. The road is anticipating trouble with the freight handlers; they may go out on a strike that day.’
“Oh, dear,” sighed Lavinia, “more strikes, and I suppose that means more trouble for Glenn.”
“Why, the strike of those men can’t affect him,” Mrs. Blair assured her. “He’s a clerk now.”
“Yes, I know, but what if he gets the notion he ought to help them by quitting too?”