"
"What I From the pretty runaway?" exclaimed Jack. "So that letter
was from her, eh? No wonder I didn't recognize the hand."
"She did not run away, Jack," objected his sister, and there was a
warning note in her voice.
"Oh, no, of course not. But, anyway, she vas pretty. Wasn't she,
boys?"
"A hummer!" declared Walter, adjusting a porch steamer chair for
Cora.
"Well, if you want to hear about the letter--" began the girl.
"Hear about it? Why, we want to read it for ourselves!" cried Jack,
and he tried to take it from his sister's hand. Cora struggled to
retain it, and finding that she was being bested, threw it over
Jack's head to Walter. He grabbed it, and defied his chum to touch
it.
"Now, easy, fellows," begged Ed in his quiet way. "If there happens
to be news from Mistress Mary, though she be quite contrary, pray
let us hear it."
"That's what I say," added Walter, handing Cora the missive. "Now,
Jack, I'm going to stand on guard, and if you interfere again--"
"Oh, go ahead. I'll get it, anyway, later, when sis is asleep."
"No, you'll not!" declared his sister. "But this is the news," she
went on guardedly. "Mary intimates that she knows something about
the money.
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