“Or is it sacrilege to touch it?” she asked teasingly. She laid it on Esther’s lap.
“Well, I couldn’t help seeing the writing,” she said, after a moment. “And, do you know, it’s awfully like Micky’s! If I hadn’t known it wasn’t his I should have declared it was,” she said rather disconnectedly.
Esther grabbed the letter up.
“Well, it isn’t his, anyway,” she said sharply.
June laughed.
CHAPTER XVIII
Esther wrote to Mrs. Ashton that same night and told her she must regretfully decline the offered position; she gave no reason, but she permitted herself a little sigh of regret when the letter was dispatched.
She would like to have gone; she would like to have seen Raymond’s home and to have got to know his mother, but it was his wish that she should not go.