"Why, send a cable message, you know—a message by the ocean telegraph."
"Oh, yes. Bless me! It will be on the other side, too, before one can wink. It is wonderful; and Mr. Donald,—if I may call you so,—while you're writing it, would you please, if you wouldn't mind it, send my love to Miss Dorothy?"
"Good!" cried Donald. "I'll do exactly that. Nothing could be better. It will tell the story perfectly."
Donald, going down the steep flights of stairs soon afterwards, intending to return later, longed to send a fine supper to Ellen Lee and her companion; also beautiful new gowns, furniture, pictures, and flowers. He felt like a fairy prince, ready to shower benefits upon her, but he knew that he must be judicious in his kindness, and considerate of Ellen Lee's feelings. Poor, as she evidently was, she had a proud spirit, and must not be carelessly rewarded.
Before another night had passed, Uncle George and the anxious-hearted girl at Lakewood received this message:
Ellen Lee Sends Love to Dorothy.