“Here are some books for Frank!” she called out. “And a letter, too.”
“The package is from Mr. Philip Vincent, the gentleman whose spectacles I picked up at the wreck,” said Frank. “And one of the letters is from him, too.”
“What does he say, Frank?”
“I’ll read his letter out loud, mother,” answered our hero, and proceeded to do so.
“My Dear Young Friend [so ran the communication]: I must ask you to pardon me for the delay in sending you the story book I promised. The fact of the matter is, I had a sudden call to Chicago on business, and just arrived in New York again yesterday.
“By this same mail I send you two illustrated story books, which I trust will please you in every way. Later on I shall send you a new book I am about to issue, called the Illustrated Lives of Our Presidents, which should prove an inspiration to all young Americans like yourself.
“If you ever come to New York, I shall be glad to see you.
“Yours very truly,
“Philip Vincent”.
“What beautiful books!” cried Ruth, as she and Frank looked them over. “I’m sure they’ll be interesting.”