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The Visitor
"Areyoumakingsomethingupinyourhead,miss?"Beckyinquiredwithrespectfulsoftness.WhenSarasatinsilenceandlookedintothecoalswithdreamingeyesitgenerallymeantthatshewasmakinganewstory.Butthistimeshewasnot,andsheshookherhead.
"No,"sheanswered."IamwonderingwhatIoughttodo."
Beckystared—stillrespectfully.ShewasfilledwithsomethingapproachingreverenceforeverythingSaradidandsaid.
"Ican’thelpthinkingaboutmyfriend,"Saraexplained."Ifhewantstokeephimselfasecret,itwouldberudetotryandfindoutwhoheis.ButIdosowanthimtoknowhowthankfulIamtohim—andhowhappyhehasmademe.Anyonewhoiskindwantstoknowwhenpeoplehavebeenmadehappy.Theycareforthatmorethanforbeingthanked.Iwish—Idowish—"
Shestoppedshortbecausehereyesatthatinstantfelluponsomethingstandingonatableinacorner.Itwassomethingshehadfoundintheroomwhenshecameuptoitonlytwodaysbefore.Itwasalittlewriting-casefittedwithpaperandenvelopesandpensandink.
"Oh,"sheexclaimed,"whydidInotthinkofthatbefore?"
Sheroseandwenttothecornerandbroughtthecasebacktothefire.
"Icanwritetohim,"shesaidjoyfully,"andleaveitonthetable.Thenperhapsthepersonwhotakesthethingsawaywilltakeit,too.Iwon’taskhimanything.Hewon’tmindmythankinghim,Ifeelsure."
Soshewroteanote.
