The clerk could not see if she were laughing under the veil.
“The rural carrier knows the way,” she added. “I’d be willing to pay well—”
The clerk craned his head back through the office, and called:
“Jethro!”
A large, dusty man came forward with the air of having just breakfasted. He took the slip containing the address from her hand.
“The lady wants to go with you, Jethro——”
The rural carrier tilted his spectacles benignly to regard her.
“Bless me—ever been there?”
“No—but letters go safely——”
“I rather think they do—since I take ’em. Is this your writing?”