"How are you, Jesse?" said Grit.
"All right, Grit. Have you got your letter?"
"My letter!" returned Grit, in surprise.
"Yes; there's a letter for you in the post-office."
"I wonder who it can be from?"
"Perhaps it's from your affectionate stepfather," suggested Jesse, smiling.
"I hope not, I don't want to see or hear from him."
"Well, you can easily solve the problem. You have only to take the letter out."
"That's good advice, Jesse. I'll follow it."
Grit called for his letter, and noticed, with some surprise, that it was addressed to him, not under his real name, but under that familiar name by which we know him.