“Why—why, Bob, I guess he is,” she stammered.
“Was he begging? I think he is a tramp.”
“Yes, that’s it,” nodded the old maid, quickly.
“I thought I would stop in as I was going by,” said Bob. “I’ll try and get time to look again for those four missing letters this afternoon, Miss Simmons.”
“Oh, no, you needn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because they have been found,” said Miss Simmons. “See, I have them all now,” and she drew aside her apron to show a package in her lap.
“Well, I’m awful glad you got them back,” said Bob.
He was very much surprised, but Miss Simmons did not explain any further.