“I guess ther’ wasn’t anybody lyin’ round handy ’t could come. He said I could tell ye the drift of it.”
“Did you see it?” questioned Polly.
“Only as he had it in his hand. I—”
“Why didn’t he send it up by you?” she broke in.
“I dunno. Guess likely he didn’t think ’s he could. I didn’t.”
Dismay sat on Polly’s face.
“And don’t you know whom it was from?”
“I was tryin’ to think. I can’t seem to remember. It was a funny name—I’ve heard it before somewhere.”
“It wasn’t from my father, was it?” excitement in her voice.
“Le’ ’s see, your name’s—”