"That is a little ambiguous! But will you send me word very often of your success?"
Faith looked up and looked at him, a little startled.
"Do you mean—"
"I mean that there is a postoffice in Pattaquasset—and another in
Pequot."
She coloured, and somewhat hastily busied herself with refilling Mr. Linden's cup. Then she folded her hands and sat looking into the fire with a face on which there was a touching expression of humbleness.
"My little Mignonette," he said, "what are you thinking of?"
"I am thinking of that,"—she said with a smile which did not change the expression. "Of what you want me to do—and about it."
"What about it? Are you inditing a letter to me on the spot?"
"No."
"What then?"