His wife looked at that possibility, and then wrung her hands.
"Oh, why didn't he give us a clue?"
Fleda put an arm round her affectionately, and stood thinking; stood trembling, might as well be said, for she was too weak to be standing at all.
"What can we do, dear Fleda?" said Mrs. Rossitur, in great distress, "Once out of New York, and we can get nothing to him. If he only knew that there is no need, and that it is all over!"
"We must do everything, aunt Lucy," said Fleda, thoughtfully; "and I hope we shall succeed yet. We will write, but I think the most hopeful other thing we could do, would be to put advertisements in the newspapers he would be very likely to see them."
"Advertisements! But you couldn't what would you put in?"
"Something that would catch his eye, and nobody's else; that is easy, aunt Lucy."
"But there is nobody to put them in, Fleda; you said uncle
Orrin was going to Boston?"
"He wasn't going there till next week, but he was to be in Philadelphia a few days before that; the letter might miss him."
"Mr. Plumfield! couldn't he?"