"Oh, my!" cried the girl, and began to search about the davenport.
The two men suspected she was looking for the letter, and they were relieved to see the photographer appear in the doorway at that moment.
"Have you lost something?" inquired Marsh.
"Yes, the letter I took out of the mail box."
"Here it is, Miss," said the photographer, stepping forward and presenting the letter to her. "I picked it up in the hall where you dropped it."
She took it and thanked him. "I'm so glad you found it," she added. "It is from my father, and I have not heard from him in a long time. I feel better now and will go home."
She rose slowly with the words. Noting her weakness, Marsh stepped to her side and slipped his arm under hers.
"Let me help you up the stairs," he said, gently.
"Thank you," she returned, simply, realizing her need of help.
"I'll wait until you come back, Marsh," said Morgan.