"Good evening, Mr. Glanbally — father told me to give you this letter."
Winthrop looked at her, and Mr. Glanbally looked at the letter. She was a slight little figure, a child, not more than thirteen or fourteen at the outside, perhaps not so much, but tall of her age. A face not like those of the Asphodel children. She did not once look towards him.
"Why I thought you were in Mannahatta, Miss Elizabeth."
"Just going there — we have just come from Little River on our way."
"This letter is for you, Winthrop," said Mr. Glanbally, handing it over. "And Mr. Haye was kind enough to bring it from Little River?"
"Yes sir — he said it was for somebody here."
"And now you are going to Mannahatta?"
"Yes sir — to-morrow. Good bye, Mr. Glanbally."
"Are you alone, Miss Elizabeth?"
"Yes sir."