But you cannot go just yet.

There's a man at the back of the house with a letter for you." "A letter!" I exclaimed.

"Who in the world could have sent a letter to me here ?" "The only way to find out," she answered, "is to go and see." Under a tree at the back of the house I found a young negro man, very warm and dusty, who handed me a letter, which, to my surprise, bore no address.

"How do you know this is for me ?" said I.
He was a good-natured looking fellow.

"Oh, I know it's for you, sir," said he.