“Albert Graham has been over here and told me.”
“That Graham boy has probably lied.”
“He has received a letter from Ben mailed in London.”
“I won’t believe it till I see the letter.”
“Then I will show you the letter,” and Mrs. Winter drew it from the pocket of her dress.
Jacob Winter put on his spectacles and read the letter slowly, for he was not much of a scholar.
“Do you believe that, Mrs. W.?” he asked when he had finished and laid it down on the tea-table.
“Yes. Why shouldn’t I?”
“I don’t believe it. It ain’t probable.”
“I agree with you, Mr. Winter, that it is very strange. Still it is possible, and as Ben has written it I believe it.”