"But what about that note you sent my sister yesterday?"
"Never sent her one."
"Never sent her one!"
"No, never wrote her, nor saw her all yesterday."
"Well, that is very strange."
"What note was it?" asked Mrs. Marchant.
"A note saying her sister wanted very much to see her. Of course I did; I always do, so it was not untrue; but I did not send it. We thought Bessie sent it as a kind little plan to get her out a bit."
"No, I know nothing about it."
Just then Janie came in on an errand, and seeing her mistress's sister, came up hurriedly to her, saying, "Please come in; mistress is looking so bad, and master's not been home all night."
"There!" exclaimed Bessie, as Phebe's sister hurried away, "you may depend that handsome man next door sent that note himself."