"That's a bill, I bet," he said. "Open it and see."
She opened and read out an account for boots.
"Throw it away."
Mary opened her eyes.
"It must be paid, Jamie."
"Of course it must; but not for a long time yet. Let him send it in a few times more. Now the next one."
He looked at the envelope, and did not recognise the handwriting.
"You can open that, too."
It was from the Larchers, repeating their invitation to go and see them.
"I wonder if they're still worrying about the death of their boy?"