“Uncle gave me the letter, but I dare say uncle will tell you all about it, and who the gentleman was.”
“Is your uncle come back?”
“He comes back to-night, madam.”
“You’re sure your uncle did not write the letter?”
“La, miss! uncle write such a letter as that—and to a lady like you—that would be odd.”
“Very odd, indeed!” replied Miss Melissa, who remained a minute or two in thought. “Well, my lad,” said she at last, “I must and will know who has had the boldness to write this letter to me; and as your uncle knows, you will bring him here to-morrow, that I may inquire about it; and let him take care that he tells the truth.”
“Yes, miss; I will tell him as soon as he comes home. I hope you are not angry with me, miss; I did not think there was any harm in putting into the book such a nice clean letter as that.”
“No, I am not angry with you; your uncle is more to blame; I shall expect him to-morrow about this time. You may go now.”