“Is your father living?” asked Miss Stone, who had become interested.
“Yes; he is a broker.”
“And no doubt you have a nice home?”
“Yes, very nice. It is a brownstone house uptown. I wonder whether I shall ever see it again?”
“Surely you will. I am surprised that you have not written to tell your father where you are. He must be feeling very anxious about you.”
“I did write, asking him to send me money to come home. Abner was going with me. But no answer came to my letter.”
“That is strange. Your father can't have received the letter.”
“So I think, Miss Stone; but I directed it all right.”
“Do you think any one would intercept it?”
“Mrs. Estabrook might,” said Herbert, after a pause for consideration.