Tina thought deeply, fumbled at the bosom of her gown and drew out a sealed envelope grudgingly.
Mary Gowd broke the seal, glanced at the letter. Then, under Tina's startled gaze, she held it to the flaming candle and watched it burn.
"What is it that you do?" demanded Tina.
Mary Gowd smiled.
"You have heard of America?"
"America! A thousand—a million time! My brother Luigi—"
"Naturally! This, then"—Mary Gowd deliberately gathered up the ashes into a neat pile and held them in her hand, a crumpled heap—"this then, Tina, is my trip to America."