"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?"
But Fleda shook her head.
"Wouldn't do, aunt Lucy--he would do all he could, but he don't know New York nor the papers--he wouldn't know how to manage it--he don't know uncle Rolf--shouldn't like to trust it to him."
"Who then?--there isn't a creature we could ask--"
Fleda laid her cheek to her poor aunt's and said,
"I'll do it."