“The man gave it to me, an’ it was blue. An’ he said it was f’om way out west, an’ he asked me who did you know out west; an’ I said I didn’t know; but I’d ask you. I put it in my pocket.”
“Perhaps it wasn’t anything important,” Barbara said slowly, “but——”
“No, I guess it wasn’t,” agreed Jimmy placidly. “Say, Barb’ra, can I have two popcorn balls to take to school?”
“But what do you suppose became of the letter?” persisted Barbara. “Which pocket did you put it in?”
Jimmy eyed the small garment uncertainly.
“It was in this one,” he decided; “I ’member I put the letter in my pocket an’ it stuck out, ’cause it was too long.”
“Did you come straight home from the post-office?” demanded Barbara. “Did you, Jimmy?”
Jimmy reflected.
“I walked along,” he said, “an’ ’nen I looked in through the fence to see the deer an’ the shiny blue round things—you know, Barb’ra, when the sun shines you c’n see——”
“I know,” said the girl, with a touch of impatience.