“How, Mollie—how?”
“Well, he travels a lot in Europe, but he’s in a big firm in Melbourne, and if we write there they’re sure to forward it on to him. But keep this a secret—a great big secret.”
“Oh, yes!” they all gasped.
“We’re all in it, you know. We’ll all sign our names.”
“Yes—oh, yes!” they all gasped again. “But how did you find him out, Mollie?”
“I heard Mamma and Dadda talking about him nearly a year ago. They had a Melbourne paper, with a lot about a big firm in it, and they said he pretty well owned it. Langdon and Ross is the name—Collins Street. And Mamma said what a very rich man he was, and then she sighed and said how different things were.”
“What a pity you didn’t think about the letter then,” sighed Eileen. “We might be rich to-day.”
“I think I must have thought something then,” said Mollie, slowly; “but it was only a few days ago, when I saw Mother looking so tired, that the letter flashed across my mind.”
“And I never knew Dadda had a brother,” said Eva.
“You knew you had an uncle somewhere,” put in Eileen.