“Yes; if you doubt it look at it!” replied Elfie, triumphantly, turning the back of the letter to the whole group, so that each one could read its superscription.
It was a long, large, yellow envelope, bearing on its upper-right-hand corner the words: Provost Marshal’s Office. Official Business. Directed to Sydney Fielding.
And exclamations of wonder broke from all present.
“It cannot be for you, Elfie. It is from the Provost Marshal’s office, and on official business. You can have no official business with the Provost Marshal, my dear,” said Erminie.
“Can’t I?” mocked Elfie.
“But what business can you have?”
“You’ll hear presently—
‘We are coming! we are coming! our Union to restore——’”
“Elfie, dear, do stop singing, and be reasonable. This letter is directed to Sydney Fielding. There must be a mistake. Sydney Fielding!”
“Well, what is my name? Isn’t it Elfrida Sydney Fielding!”