Wally's story returned to her memory. "There was an accident out West—somebody killed. Anyhow he was blamed for it—so he could never come back or they'd get him—"
"That agrees with his living under this Russian name," nodded Mary. "Anyhow, I'm sure there's nothing to fear in doing a good action—for a child like this—"
She propped the picture on her desk and after a great deal of dipping her pen in the ink, she finally began—
"Dear Sir:
"I have opened your letter to my father, Josiah Spencer. He has been dead three years. I am his daughter.
"It doesn't seem right that such a nice girl as Rosa shouldn't have every chance to grow up good and happy. So I am writing the school you mentioned, and sending them the money as you suggest.
"She will probably need some clothes, as they always look at a girl's clothes so when she goes to school. I therefore enclose something for that.
"Trusting that everything will turn out well, I am
"Yours sincerely,