She wrote it the afternoon he was hurt." "I remember I saw her put a letter in the mail-box that afternoon," said Roscoe.

"Don't you remember, Sibyl?
I told you about it--I was waiting for you while you were in there so long talking to her mother.

It was just before we saw that something was wrong over here, and Edith came and called me." Sibyl shook her head, but she remembered.

And she was not cast down, for, although some remnants of perplexity were left in her eyes, they were dimmed by an increasing glow of triumph; and she departed--after some further fragmentary discourse--visibly elated.

After all, the guilty had not been exalted; and she perceived vaguely, but none the less surely, that her injury had been copiously avenged.