Instantly Nancy had a hunch that she meant to stop some passing car and get the driver to put her letters into the nearest post office. But she couldn’t run out there and accuse her of such an intention. There was nothing to do but watch her.
She saw Tini running, and in the distance a farmer’s truck coming down the hill. Nancy crawled from her hiding place and hurried from tree to bush on Tini’s trail. The car was quite close now and Tini jumped a ditch and ran to the pavement. So intent was she on attracting the driver’s attention, she was completely unaware of Nancy’s approach.
Tini waved her letters and the driver slowed. When he stopped, she called out, “Will you drop these letters at the nearest post office for me?”
“Sure, lady,” agreed the farmer at the wheel. “Glad to ’comodate you, miss.”
With a leap across the ditch Nancy was at Tini’s side. She reached for the letters as Tini extended them toward the man.
“You know you shouldn’t do that, Tini!” she burst forth.
The farmer gaped in amazement at this strange creature draped in leaves and covered with splotches of paint.
“How dare you?” burst forth Tini. “I’ve a perfect right—”
“You have not!”
“Give me my letters.”