“She didn’t,” said Mrs. Morton, “the valentine is from Alice, but her Uncle Joseph sent the ring. It seems he liked your letter and when Alice mentioned getting the valentine he wanted to send something too. You’ll have to write him another letter to thank him.”
“That reminds me that I saw Gassett on the street this morning. He looks pretty badly still,” remarked Dr. Morton.
“Well, he can’t get Alice’s papers now ’cause she’s got them way off in Cincinnati,” said Chicken Little.
“Huh, that doesn’t make any difference—they could make her send them back,” Ernest replied.
Chicken Little turned to her father.
“No need to borrow trouble, Chicken, Alice has an Uncle Joseph to look after her now, anyway. Has it been a happy birthday, pet?”
Ernest was so tired of being pitied he was in open rebellion.