“I'm as hungry as a bear. I guess it's the skating.”
“I wish you would go to the post-office before supper, Jonas. There might be a letter.”
“Do you expect to hear from Phil?”
“He said nothing about writing,” said Mrs. Brent indifferently. “He will do as he pleases about it.”
“I did'nt know but he would be writing for money,” chuckled Jonas.
“If he did, I would send him some,” said Mrs. Brent.
“You would!” repeated Jonas, looking at his mother in surprise.
“Yes, I would send him a dollar or two, so that people needn't talk. It is always best to avoid gossip.”
“Are you expecting a letter from anybody, mother?” asked Jonas, after a pause.
“I dreamed last night I should receive an important letter,” said Mrs. Brent.