Cap in hand, he stood beside her, trying to look and to feel as any ordinary acquaintance of hers would have looked.
CHAPTER XIV
THE OWNER OF THE WATCH
"So they got word to you!" Constance exclaimed; she seemed still confused. "Oh, no—of course they couldn't have done that! They've hardly got my letter yet."
"Your letter?" Alan asked.
"I wrote to Blue Rapids," she explained. "Some things came—they were sent to me. Some things of Uncle Benny's which were meant for you instead of me."
"You mean you've heard from him?"
"No—not that."
"What things, Miss Sherrill?"