She ran to the chair and picked up the letter. The Twins sat down on a little bench by the fireplace, and Grannie Malone put the letter in their hands.
“We’ve not got all the learning yet,” Larry said. “We might not be able to read it.”
“You can try,” said Grannie Malone.
Then she opened the letter, and a bit of folded green paper with printing on it fell out. “God bless the boy,” she cried, “there’s one of those in every letter he sends me! ’Tis money that is! Can you make out the figures on it, now?”
Larry and Eileen looked it over carefully. “There it is, hiding in the corner,” said Larry. He pointed to a “5” on the green paper.
“Five pounds it is!” said Grannie Malone. “Sure it’s a fortune! Oh, it’s himself is the good son to me! What does the letter say?”
The Twins spread the sheet open and studied it, while Grannie hovered over them, trembling with excitement.
“Sure, that’s Dear, isn’t it?” said Eileen, pointing to the first word.
“Sure,” said Larry; “letters always begin like that.”
“Dear G-r-a-n-n-i-e,” spelt Eileen. “What could that be but Grannie?”