“Maybe you’d better say ‘Missie Luth’ like he does,” suggested Tess.
“Hush!” came from her oldest sister.
They waited in silence.
“I guess he’s gone,” said Sammy at length. “Got tired of waitin’, maybe.”
Luke walked about, peering amid the bushes. Then Dot called:
“What’s that white thing?”
“Where?” demanded Tess. “Don’t you go seeing white things now!”
“It’s on the apple tree,” went on Dot.
They all looked toward the nearest apple tree. Gently fluttering in the night breeze was a piece of paper, caught in the crevice of the apple tree bark. Luke reached for it.
“Guess Hop Wong left your laundry check here,” he said, as he opened a bit of folded paper of the typical Chinese kind and saw on it some marks in very dull black India ink. “It must have been forgotten when the laundry was left at his shop,” Luke went on.