“Look here, Chick!” he exclaimed; “have you found anything?”
“Me? Found anything?” repeated Chick, in apparent surprise.
“Yes; a letter, or anything like that?”
“Why, have you lost one?”
“Chick! Don’t keep me in suspense! If you’ve found my letter, tell me. I’ve worried myself pretty nearly into my grave over it, already.”
“I ast you, have you lost a letter?” Chick was very resolute and determined.
“Yes,” was the equally resolute reply, “I’ve lost one. Have you found it?”
They were standing on a quiet street corner, scarcely a block away from the Lewis home. One or two men passed by and spoke to them, but the greetings went unheeded.
“I’ve found a letter,” said Chick; “but how do I know whether it’s yourn or not? Who was it to?”