"Here's a letter for you, Mr. Fogson," he said. "I guess it's from a lady."
With considerable surprise Mr. Fogson took the letter in his hand. The envelope was square, and of fine paper, while the address was in a lady's handwriting.
Mr. Fogson examined the postmark curiously.
"Sea Spray!" he repeated. "Why, that's a fashionable watering-place. Who can have written me from there?"
Just then Mrs. Fogson came out from the side door.
"What letter have you there?" she asked.
"It is from a lady, Mrs. F.," answered her husband with a grin.
"What business has a lady writing to you?" demanded Mrs. Fogson suspiciously.
"Really I don't know, as I have not read the letter."
"Give it to me!"