"Just as sure as I can be! I know her handwriting," cried Neale. "You're fooling."
"So all handwriting don't look alike, heh?" was the farmer's final comment, and he returned the letter to the boy's care.
Neale looked startled for a moment. Then he folded the letter carefully and put it away in his pocket. On the way home he said to Agnes:
"Say, Aggie!"
"What is it?"
"Can you get me a sample of Trix Severn's handwriting?"
"What?" gasped Agnes.
"Just something she's written—a note, or an exercise, or something."
Agnes stared at him in growing horror. "Neale O'Neil!" she cried.
"Well?" he demanded gruffly.