"Has 'oo dot any tandy?" and he imitated little Dodo.
"Oh, take that!" and Grace passed him a caramel. "Now, let's hear what it is, Mr. Blackford."
"There is a part of the letter which says this," went on Mr. Blackford, and he proceeded to read:
"'You can always identify the girl because she has a most peculiar birth-mark on——'"
He ceased reading.
"Well, go on, please," requested Betty. "This is getting interesting."
"It isn't getting interesting—it's so already," declared Mollie. "Go on, please, Mr. Blackford, tell us what sort of birth-mark your sister has."
"That's just the trouble," he remarked, ruefully. "I can't do it."
"Why not?" Betty wanted to know.
"Because, just at that point—where the description of the birth-mark, and its location, should appear—the letter is torn. A corner is gone. I have no more idea of what sort of identifying mark my sister has, than have you. It is worse than before, for I saw hope ahead of me, only to see it disappear now.