"Give it here," said Pat, "I'm goin' right there myself."
With that, he escorted trusting Dave to the village lockup. This safely accomplished, he studied the address on the birch-bark note.
"Sure," observed Pat, "there's no stamp on this. 'Twas plainly meant to be delivered by hand. On the Avenoo, is it? I'm knowin' the house—I'll take it there."
Which the good-natured officer did, to the great relief of Mrs. Slater, who, in spite of Doctor Bennett's assurances, was almost wild, by this time, with anxiety.
"Dear Granny," extravagant Henrietta had written. "I'm a wild Indian in the loveliest woods in the world. We're all safe and comfortable and we're going to stay forever, so send me a nightie and a toothbrush, some stockings, my tennis shoes, my oldest dress, some underwear; and, if you love me, a clean towel—a fuzzy one. Affectionately, Henrietta.
"P.S.—I'd like a pillow-case, if you please. And a sheet.
"P.S.—Oh, yes—I need my hairbrush and my bathing suit.
"P.S.—And a lot of things to eat; bread, pie, cake, cookies, fruit, and fish-hooks.
"P.S.—Please can I have a red bandanna handkerchief and a button to sew on my petticoat. Also, a pair of shoe strings.