Oceans of love to everybody in the dear little brown house." Hastily scrawling her name, Joyce ran out into the hall with her letter.

"Anything for me ?" she asked, anxiously, leaning over the banister to drop the letter into Marie's hand.

"One, mademoiselle," was the answer.

"But it has not a foreign stamp." "Oh, from Cousin Kate!" exclaimed Joyce, tearing it open as she went back to her room.

At the door she stooped to pick up a piece of paper that had dropped from the envelope.