"Is that all?" asked Miss Billy, as the dictation ceased.
"Yes," said the old man wearily. "The street number is on a piece of paper in the drawer. That's right." He closed his eyes, but turned slightly as Miss Billy rose to go, and held out his hand. "You are a smart girl," he said. "I thank you for what you haf done for me."
Miss Billy gave his hand a little squeeze in her excitement. "I've been so sorry, Mr. Schultzsky," she said softly. "Can you ever, ever forgive me?"
"It is nodding," responded Mr. Schultzsky shortly. "Goot-day."
Miss Billy, thus dismissed, sped home as one whose feet were shod with wings.
"All is forgiven,
Blest be my soul,"
she hummed to herself as she made her way to the mail box. "I'm as happy as a lark. Margaret's coming home, and Mr. Schultzsky has forgiven me. It's too much good luck for one day." She smiled happily as she dropped into the box the letter addressed to
"Miss Frances Lindsay,
"886 East Forty-fifth Street,
"New York."