“Maybe it’s a lawyer’s letter, informing her of a legacy,” said the senior clerk, jocosely.
“Very probable,” said Harry, smiling.
It was already the hour when he usually returned for supper. Accordingly he put on his cap and went out of the store. Being a little curious as to the contents of the letter, he hastened his steps, and entered the house out of breath.
“You’re a little early,” said his mother. “Supper isn’t quite ready.”
“I hurried, because a letter came by this afternoon’s mail. It’s mailed at New York.”
“New York!” repeated Mrs. Raymond, in surprise. “Who can it be from?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t you any friends there?”
“Not that I know of. Harry, you may take up the tea and toast, while I am reading the letter.”
She tore open the envelope, and first, as was natural, turned to the bottom of the second page, and read the name appended to the letter.