Dawson." "I haven't wrote a letter before for nigh 'pon twenty years, I b'lieve," he gasped, mopping his brow and stretching his arms with relief, "and now 'tisn't much of a one.

I'm out of practice, but the little maid'll understand," and he chuckled happily as he handed it to Miss Grace.

"Yes, she'll understand." Jessie did understand.

When the two letters reached her she danced about the house with glad excitement, then flew to Miss Patch to tell her all about them, and about that first meeting with granp at Springbrook station.
Miss Patch listened and sympathized, and rejoiced, too, and in her calm, sweet old face she showed none of the pain which was filling her own poor heart.

She was losing every one she cared for, not finding them.