“Oh, then the letter must be meant for somebody else, Dave. Mr. Wecks has got his customers mixed.”
“Perhaps so. But in the letter he speaks of the two pairs of shoes I took away with me. That looks as if somebody had gotten two pairs of shoes in my name.”
“Well, as we are going out sleighing this afternoon, why don’t you drive to Coburntown and drop into his shop and explain matters?” suggested the sister.
“I guess that would be best, Laura.” Dave folded up the letter and placed it in his pocket. “How soon will you be ready?”
“Inside of quarter of an hour.”
“And how about Jessie?”
“She was almost ready when I came downstairs.”
“Good! Then we can get an early start and have a good long ride besides stopping at Coburntown, where I suppose you and Jessie can do a little shopping while I am at Wecks’s store.”
“That will be fine, Dave! I would like to match some ribbon, and the only place I can do it 3 is in the French Shop in Coburntown;” and thus speaking Laura Porter hurried out of the room to get ready for the sleigh-ride.
Dave had proposed the ride just before lunch, and the young people living at the Wadsworth mansion had telephoned over to the Basswood home, asking if Ben Basswood would accompany them.