“I suppose you want some pills, Andy?” said Mr. Bolus, as our hero entered the office.
“No, sir,” answered Andy. “I hope I shan’t want any of them for a long time to come. Louis Schick told me there was something in the office for mother.”
“So there is—and a large parcel, too.”
He went into the post-office corner and produced a large, thick parcel, wrapped in a long, yellow envelope.
“Here it is, Andy,” said Mr. Bolus. “I hope it’s something valuable.”
Andy took the package and looked eagerly at the address.
His mother’s name and address were on the envelope, and it seemed to be postmarked at some town in Pennsylvania.
“Do you know anybody in the place where the package comes from?” asked the postmaster.
“No,” answered Andy. “That is, I don’t—perhaps mother may. It feels like a wallet,” added Andy, thoughtfully.
“So it does. I hope, for your mother’s sake, the wallet is full of money.”