"Yes, sir. I went all through the Comet Plow Factory and the big agricultural warehouse in Cincinnati."
"You see, Lettie, he was several days coming here from Scoville."
"I don't care," Miss Lettie declared, "I want to tell him something he doesn't know."
"There are a whole lot of things I guess you could tell me that I don't know, Miss Lettie," said Hiram rather ruefully, for he felt his lack of book knowledge most keenly.
"It is about Sister. Cecilia, I suppose her real name is, Hiram?"
"But rather stiff and formal for Sister," said the young fellow, dodging the query.
"I chanced to ride past the Atterson place," pursued Lettie Bronson, "and Mrs. Atterson was on the porch and waved to me. I rode into the yard, and she was full of the news. It seems that Sister has not known just who her people were."
"She was an orphan when Mother Atterson got her," admitted Hiram.
"Well, it seems that she really has some relatives, somewhere. And Mrs. Atterson says she thinks there will be some money coming to Sister—Cecilia. She had just received a letter from a lawyer who had been trying to find Cecilia for some time. It's quite a romance, isn't it?"
"I am awfully glad for Sister's sake," the young farmer said. "But if she finds her folks I hope they will not take her away from Mother Atterson. She needs Sister."