"You always could think of things for other people to do; and have never done anything yourself until now.

Good-bye, father." When he was gone and out of sight her face changed.

With sudden anger she crushed and crumpled up the draft for five hundred in her hand.

"'A token of affection from both!'" she exclaimed, quoting from the letter.
"One lone leaf of Irish shamrock from him would--" She stopped.

"But he will send a message of his own," she continued.