"Who?"
"Mother Keep—as I call her. She was fine! She'd cure anything, I reckon."
Joyce laughed, her eyes shining.
"And she really saved you some suffering?"
"She made me almost enjoy it!" laughing blithely. "I wish she'd write to me. I'd like to know her address."
"Perhaps she has. Have you inquired?"
"Goodness! no. I never thought to. Do you suppose she would?"
"I'm not supposed to know much about her, but if, as you say, she was kind I should think she'd feel enough interested to write and ask how you are getting along without her. Shouldn't you?"
"Possibly. I'm going to inquire, anyhow. Say, Mrs. Blake, got anything for Augustus F. Peters this morning?"
The woman slid a small package of letters through her fingers, as she answered,