I am so sorry about that locket, but I know that you will find it, and then we can clear up the whole affair.
And so you think that perhaps Mr. Van Zandt will find out all about poor little Lem’s parents just from that sampler that Alfy found in the attic? I do so hope so.
Aunt Betty and Alfy, I know, would wish to be remembered, if they knew I was writing, so I will send their love anyway.
Now, isn’t this a nice, long, newsy letter?
I have to practice a little now, so I will stop.
I am yours, as ever,
Dorothy.
She read the letter she had just written over again, and then sealed it. She then opened the door, stepped into the hall and dropped it into the mail box chute near the elevator. Then she returned to the room to dress and rest before the concert.
In a little while Alfy entered and found her dressing.
“See what I have been doing,” she said, gayly, holding up the dresses she had just finished pressing so that Dorothy could see and admire them.