"Sit down, Priscilla," and I quietly took her hands in mine, and drew her down beside me on the couch.
"Now, Miss Fortune Teller! what letters do you refer to?"
"Two that I sent you, one in June and the other only five weeks since, at the beginning of August."
"Believe me, Priscilla, I have never received them, and did not know of your writing to me till my father informed me of it, but an hour since. Where did you write them?"
"Here, Harry, in this very room."
"And who posted them, did you do so yourself?"
"No, your father posted the first, and Ellen the other."
"No," interposed my father, "I recollect young Johnson called in directly you left, and seeing the letter in my hand, said he was going up to the village, and would post it for me, so I gave it to him."
Just then Ellen entered with glasses and decanters, and it suddenly struck me to interrogate her on the subject.
"Ellen, do you remember posting a letter to me, about a month ago, that Miss Grant gave you?"