My feelings, who pleases may know,
I am fond of my girl and my can,
And jolly companions a row!”
Suddenly she heard Will laughing.
“What’s up?” she called, more brightly.
“Well of all the—!” And then an envelope was pushed under the door. “She hasn’t opened it yet!”
Jinny stooped down. It was the letter from Will that Martha would not let her read in the Spring of ’51!
“Well, she knew what was in it,” said Jinny, her eyes misting. “And you oughtn’t to laugh at such a proof of love. Nobody else would call that a precious treasure.”
The word “love” sent vibrations through them both, despite the woodwork between.
“Well, there’s money in the others anyhow,” he said, and three opened envelopes came unexpectedly under the door—the letters she had just brought to him.