“Dear, dear,” ejaculated Miss Campbell. “So that’s the way the ground lies, is it? Poor fellow! Poor unhappy soul. I’m sure I feel very sorry for him indeed!”
“He is unhappy, dearest cousin, and he can’t reach her without breaking down the door,” went on Billie. “Her father reads all her mail and Mr. Moore simply can’t get at her.”
“Has the girl no mother to take her side? I don’t wish to preach disobedience, but why doesn’t she run away? She might look the wide world over and never find a nicer husband than that fine young man.”
“That’s what he can’t understand,” said Billie. “His letters have all been returned and he thinks they have told her something about him.”
“He says if he could only get one more message to her——”
“Just a line——”
“Just a word——”
“And we——”
“And we’ve got the word,” finished Billie in great excitement, flourishing the letter. “We are not to deliver it if we feel that it would be dangerous, but if we can manage to slip it to her it will make two people very happy.”
“But how can it be done? It sounds like a very risky adventure to me.”