Her eyes searched my face for a second, and then she said, falling back a step:
"Well, don't say anything about my asking you, Chris. I—I expected a letter."
That night I went to the post-office as usual, and the next morning Miss Grace repeated her question:
"Did you bring no letters for any one, positively?"
"No, there were only papers that night."
The third night after the receipt of my mysterious warning, however, there came a letter for Grace, which, a little to my surprise, was promptly handed over by her mother. Whether this was the expected missive or not it threw the young lady into unmistakable raptures.
Amy was coming! Amy Holmes; she would be at the station to-morrow, and Grace must go in the carriage to meet her.
Everybody was pleased except Fred Ballou. Mrs. Ballou heartily expressed her satisfaction, and announced that I should drive with Grace to "the station;" and Ann, the "help," became quite animated.
But Fred scornfully declined his mother's proposition, that he should ride to town with his sister and myself.