On entering the house she found a letter awaiting her, and on opening it saw it was from Mrs. M'Cosh. It ran as follows, in a laboured handwriting:—
"MY DEAR MISS FELICIA,"
"You cannot tell what a great pleasure
it was to master and me to receive your letter.
I was that glad I could have cried. It is so
good to know you are well cared for, and that
everyone is kind to you."
"Your grandfather is not in the least like
what I had pictured him, or like what your poor,
dear mother imagined him to be. I am sure he