“I 'm going right upstairs to do it this minute,” Henrietta answered, and she went into the house, humming happily.
Gay looked at Lorna quizzically. Lorna laughed.
“What do you think of it now?” Gay asked in a low tone. “Did you notice? She would not come down to the step to read the letter.”
“I did notice. And did you see the ink spot on the back of the envelope? The same spot that was on it when she read the last letter from her 'William' and the one before that?”
“Yes, I did notice. I'm positive it is the same envelope. I believe you are right; I believe she does write the letters to herself. Is n't it funny? Is n't it amazing?”
“Or sad or something?” Lorna said. “Gay, what do you think of it, really? What does it mean?”
“Did she try to borrow some money from you this morning?” Gay asked.
“Yes, twenty-five dollars, but I did not have it.”
“I did have twenty. She got that,” Gay said and giggled.
“Then you'll see! She'll get another present from her dear William to-morrow,” Lorna said. “Is n't it just as I said; every time she borrows from us she gets a present from dear William? You'll see. It will be something worth about twenty dollars. Say, Gay—”