"Oh dear, no; a mere scratch. But where is Christina?"
"Can't do without her for five minutes?" asked Arthur saucily from the sofa, where he lay luxuriously enjoying a delightful book.
"No, not if I can help it; where is she?"
"He will have an answer," said Arthur, going on reading.
"He cannot get one," answered Walter, as he held out his finger to Nellie's soft touch.
"She is with her little ones," said Nellie, "but will be back in a minute. Oh, here she is!"
"Papa is coming down to-night, Walter," said Christina. "I have just had a note from him, so we shall have a happy Sunday. Oh, dear, have you cut your finger?"
"It is nothing serious; I did it sharpening my knife. And so you have heard from my father?"
"Yes; and I have two other letters in which you will be interested."
"Are we to hear them now?"