He was startled in his turn, and sat looking at her for a few moments in bewilderment. Suddenly Annie sprung up, trembling.
“Harry,” said she, in a low voice, “tell me quick—did you get the letter?”
“No.”
“Did you—did you ever receive anything sent to you by me?”
“Oh, yes; I got three or four letters!”
“Nothing else?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Yes; once you sent me some red-and-white flowers. I’ve got them in my pocket-book.”
“But—but, Harry—think well, dear, dear Harry, please—didn’t you receive anything else from me?”
“Anything else? No, I think not; I am sure not, for I should never forget anything you had sent me, Annie.”
“You never received, for instance——”