"'in their mother's native
The woman who has charge
trustworthy. She shall brin
to you, if you will take
they live, bring them up with
your own, and as your own.
the girl turns out anything
her mother, she will be we
enough. I shall not interfe
the children. All I want to
is that they are well care
In a year or two I may
able to interest myself
them. For the pres'"
(fresh page)—
"'likely I shall wander
t, Reply at once
Yours truly,
R. Grosvenor.'"
When Elsie had finished reading she sat looking at Duncan. "It doesn't seem very plain," he ventured to say, presently; "and there wasn't anything about you or me in it. You said there was."
mrs. macdougall glanced at her mother ([p. 8]).
"Stupid little thing! isn't there some of it torn off? and when you put the words in it's easy enough to read. I've put them in to myself. First of all, it's about Aunt Nannie dying, isn't it?"
"I s'pose it is," Duncan agreed; "and it's writ by Uncle Richard, isn't it?"
"If you call him Uncle Richard. I say it's our father what wrote it—yours and mine, Duncan."
Duncan stared at her in puzzled silence. "But Aunt Nannie was our Aunt Grosvenor, wasn't she?" he asked.