"Here it is, ma'am."
He handed Rachel a letter addressed in a small hand to Daniel Thompson.
She opened it and read:
"Mr. Thompson: I hear you are out of work. I may be able to give
you a job. Meet me at Washington Park, Tuesday afternoon, at four
o'clock. I shall wear a blue ribbon round my neck, and you may have
a red rose pinned to your coat. Otherwise I might not know you.
"RACHEL HARDING."
"Some villain has done this," said Rachel, wrathfully. "I never wrote that letter."
"You didn't!" said Daniel, looking perplexed. "Who went and did it, then?"
"I don't know, but I'd like to have him punished for it," said Rachel, energetically.
"But you've got a blue ribbon," said Mr. Thompson. "I can't see through that. That's just what the letter said."
"I suppose somebody wrote the letter that knew I wear blue. It's all a mistake. You'd better go home."
"Then haven't you got a job for me?" asked Daniel, disappointed.