"I heard the good news this morning." She stood still.

His friendly look went straight to her heart, stirring in her an urgent need for sympathy.
"Oh, Jeffcott," she said, "I'd never have given in if Mr.Ranger hadn't stopped writing." "Lor!" said Jeffcott.

"Did he now ?" He frowned for an instant.
"But---didn't you have a letter from him last week ?" he questioned.
"Friday morning it were.

I see Evans, the postman, and he said as there were a South African letter for you.

Weren't that from Mr.
Ranger, missie ?" "What ?" said Sylvia sharply.
"Last Friday it were," the old man repeated firmly.