“Here you are, young lady,” he said. “Letters for everybody today.” There was “Popular Mechanics” for the boys, and a letter for Mom from a dress shop. There were some letters for Daddy in long business envelopes and a post card for Davey. At the bottom of the heap was a square envelope addressed to:
Miss Jane Murray,
Oak Lake, Wisconsin.
R. R. 1
“From Dor,” Janie exclaimed, and sat down on the grass to read it.
Hi, Janie,
How are you? I am fine. My mother is going to Michigan tomorrow, and I’d like to come to visit you for a few days. I will come on the five o’clock bus,
Your loving friend,
Dor
Janie gathered her mail together and ran down to the cottage with her news. “Here you are, my wonderful family,” she said. “Mail for all of you.” Mom sat down to glance at her letter and the boys tore the wrapper from their magazine. Davey’s post card was from a school friend, and he chuckled at the picture on the cover. It was a garish scene of an over-sized fish leaping into a row boat with a frightened fisherman. “Look,” he said, “at the big fish Greenie caught.”
Janie waited for Mom to finish, and then she burst out with, “May Dor come? I have a letter from her. May she come tomorrow?”
Mom blinked at the suddenness of it all, and put her glasses on the table. “Why yes, of course. I’d be glad to have her. What does she say?” Jane handed her the letter, and she glanced through it quickly. Then she smiled.