Martha hesitated. She looked at the envelope again, then looked at the piece of paper which had enclosed the hundred-dollar bill.
"No," she said simply. "Yes—wait a second."
The boy paused at the door, and Martha whispered a few words into his ear. "Do you understand?" she asked.
"Betcher life," cried 109. "I'm on, lady, I'm on." And with a merry whistle and another wink at the excited Aunt Jane, 109 made a dignified and breezy exit, followed by the surprised Lizzie.
"More flowers and from a man I have never spoken to."
"Well," said Mrs. Anderson, grimly, sitting with her arms folded, "I'm waiting."
"Waiting for what, Aunt Jane?" inquired Martha.
"For an explanation of this extraordinary scene. Who sent you that money, and what do you intend to do with it?"