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The Letter on the Pincushion

           

           Noanswerwasreturned,andsheknockedagain.Silencewasstilluninterrupted;andBetty,withthehotwater,openedthedoorandenteredthechamber.

           Thelittlewhitedimitybedwasassmoothandtrimasonthedayprevious,whenBetty’sownhandshadhelpedtomakeit.Twolittletrunkswerecordedinoneendoftheroom;andonthetablebeforethewindowonthepincushionthegreatfatpincushionlinedwithpinkinside,andtwilledlikealady’snightcaplayaletter.Ithadbeenreposingthereprobablyallnight.

           Bettyadvancedtowardsitontiptoe,asifshewereafraidtoawakeitlookedatit,androundtheroom,withanairofgreatwonderandsatisfaction;tookuptheletter,andgrinnedintenselyassheturneditroundandover,andfinallycarrieditintoMissBriggs’sroombelow.

           HowcouldBettytellthattheletterwasforMissBriggs,Ishouldliketoknow?AlltheschoolingBettyhadhadwasatMrs.ButeCrawley’sSundayschool,andshecouldnomorereadwritingthanHebrew.

           "La,MissBriggs,"thegirlexclaimed,"O,Miss,somethingmusthavehappenedthere’snobodyinMissSharp’sroom;thebedain’tbeenslepin,andshe’verunaway,andleftthisletterforyou,Miss.

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