"I'm a messenger boy. I got a letter for her."
"A letter? Who's it from?"
"Say, open up! I can't stand out here all night."
"Who is it from?" repeated Mrs. Strong firmly.
"How do I know? I ain't no mind-reader."
Mrs. Strong looked in at Alix. "I guess it's all right, isn't it?"
"Open the door," said Alix quietly.
A small, shivering messenger boy in uniform entered.
"Are you Miss Crown?"
"No, I'm not. Where's the letter?"