"Martin ordered them on Tuesday."
Martin again. He thinks.
CHAPTER XXXVI
BETTY COMES HOME
When I got down to breakfast one morning the Mater was there with a letter in her hand which had a Florida post-mark on it. Her face was very grave.
"Hullo, Mater," I said; then, noticing the envelope, "Nothing wrong, I hope?"
"Why, no; but I've got a little disappointment for you."
"Betty isn't sick again?" I asked anxiously.
"Now, don't worry, my dear," she said; "but I want you to let me tell you"—here she hesitated and looked at me for a moment, then shook her head sorrowfully and under her breath said, "Poor boy!"
"Good gracious, Mother, tell me quickly what it is!"