"In Nevada?" echoed the woman, laying comical stress on the pronunciation.
"Yes—Nevada. What's strange about that?"
Annie drew her jacket closer around her, as if she were chilly. Shaking her head, she said:
"Must be mighty smaht to write yuh every day. De pos'man brings it 'leven o'clock mos' always, sometimes twelve, and again sometimes tehn. Today he was late. But it comes, every day, don't it?"
"I know," said Laura, with a faint smile.
She disliked the negress, but reasons of policy prompted her always to appear cordial. Annie began brushing the armchair vigorously, and, as she worked, tried once more to see the postmark on the letter. Finally she said:
"Guess mus' be from yo' husban', ain't it?"
Laura shook her head.
"No, I haven't any."
The negress whisked her feather duster triumphantly.