"Quite" responded Helen "but where does Mr. Palsey sleep if you don't mind me asking."
"Oh James has his appartments on the floor above this" said Gladys "now do take off your hat, and come and chat in my cosy corner" and she pointed to the richly cushioned seat as she spoke.
Helen lay back in the seat and putting her hands behind her head she gazed wistfully round the room.
"Well Helen" laughed Gladys "are you longing to see my other rooms?"
"Oh no" replied Helen sadly, "this is quite lovely enough thank you, but Gladys darling do pray tell me what your parents said in the letter."
"Oh yes" said Gladys, and jumping up she opened a handsome little morocoo writing desk and took from it a sheet of writing paper closely written.
"This is it" she said sadly "I'll read it to you Helen, it makes me so miserable."
Helen listened attentively while Gladys read in a most plaintive voice the following letter:
"Speerin House
Endup Road,
Norwich.
Oct. 17th.
My dear Gladys,