"I guess so, too," agreed the girl. "Tell Miss Brewer I'll be to see her soon as the weather gits better."
Jake got up, scratched his head, and thought a moment.
"I might leave ye a rabbit, seein' yer daddy ain't well 'nough to do no gunnin'," said he.
"Ye're awful good, Jake," murmured Tessibel, following the man to the door. "Stop in any day."
"All right," and Jake struck out toward the rock path.
Tess closed the door and put up the bar. Andy was eyeing her from the ceiling.
"What ye got, kid?" he whispered.
Tess held up the letters.
"Two of 'em, an' this one air from Mr. Young. Shall I read it to ye, Andy?" she asked, looking up.
The little man chuckled with joy.