“Won’t you come to me when you get this? My heart aches to have you once more in my arms. I shall expect you very soon. With all my love,
“Theodore.”
It was not strange that she crushed the paper between her fingers.
“You needn’t destroy my letter,” Molly said mockingly, thrusting forth her hand. “Give it to me.” 307
She took it from Jinnie’s shaking hand and, smoothing it out, replaced it in her pocket book.
“I wouldn’t have come but for your own good,” she said, looking up. “Mr. Morse told me you had an idea that Mr. King loved you, and I want you to write him a letter––”
“Write who a letter?” asked Jinnie dully.
“Theodore.”
“Why?”