You must read it alone." A sudden gleam shot across the face of Jessie.

But it died like a transient meteor.
"I will return home now, Mrs.Denison," she said, with a manner that showed a great deal of suppressed feeling.

"You will excuse me, of course." "Cannot you remain longer?
I shall regret your going," said her kind friend.
"Not in my present state of mind.

I can see from your manner that I have an interest in the contents of that letter, and I am impatient to know them." It was all in vain that Jessie Loring sought to calm her feelings as she returned homeward with the letter of Paul Hendrickson held tightly in her hand.

The suspense was too much for her.