When we're quite ready I'll come to the front door, and then you will know it is all right." "I'm to go while you make up your prescription--all right!" said the Young Doctor, and with a wave of the hand he left the room.
Instantly Kitty brought a lead pencil and paper.

"Now sit down and write to him, Mrs.Crozier," she said briskly.

"Use discretion; don't gush; slap his face a little for breaking his pledge, and afterwards tell him that you did at the Derby what you had abused him for doing.
Then explain to him about this four thousand pounds--twenty thousand dollars--my, what a lot of money, and all got in one day! Tell him that it was all won by his own cash.

It's as easy as can be, and it will be a certainty now." So saying, she lit a match.

"You--hold this wicked old catfish letter into the flame, please, Mrs.Crozier, and keep praying all the time, and please remember that 'our little hands were never made to tear each other's eyes.'" Mona's small fingers were trembling as she held the fateful letter into the flame, and then in silence both watched it burn to a cinder.