I've no remembrance of it.

A letter from whom ?" Adah did not know from whom or where.

She only knew there was one, and by way of refreshing Anna's memory, she said: "Jim put it with the others on the table, and it fell behind the curtain, where I found it in the afternoon.

I was bringing it to you myself, but your mother took it from me and said she would carry it up while I swept the parlor.

Surely you remember now." No, Anna did not, and she looked so puzzled that Adah, anxious to set the matter right, continued: "I remember it particularly, because it was spelled A-n-n-i-e instead of Anna." Adah was not prepared for the sudden start, the look almost of terror in Anna's eyes, or for the color which stained the usually colorless face.
In all the world there was but one person who ever called her Annie, or wrote it so, and that person was Charlie.