Lifting the cover of the candy box, she took from it a large square envelope, which for safe keeping, perhaps, she had placed under the lace paper that lined it.
"What next?" thought Amy. "If the letter is from either Fritz or Taps, I wonder if she'll venture to read it."
Then Martine, with the utmost unconcern, opened the envelope, saying as she did so:
"It's from Mrs. Blair; you know she's a cousin of mamma's, and she often gives me good advice; I suppose this letter is full of it. That's one reason I left it to read on the train. I knew it would keep till then; and, after all, I entirely forgot it."
"Mrs. Blair would feel complimented," interposed Amy.
"Oh, she knows me; I never hide my feelings."
"Do you ever try?"
"Yes, my dear Mrs. Redmond; I've never dared let you know just how much I care for you."
Thus effectually silenced, Mrs. Redmond waited for Martine to read her letter.
"You ought to like Mrs. Blair," said Amy, for Martine still held the opened envelope in her hand without attempting to read its contents.