Our friend was always a little mysterious, was she not?
Did she ever talk to you of her family, of her friends ?" She looked inquisitively at her companion.
"Yes--no," said Sylvia, hesitating.

"I do not think poor Anna has many relations.

You see, she is a widow.

I believe her father and mother are dead." "Ah, that is very sad! Then you do not know of anyone to write to about her ?" "I ?" said Sylvia.

"No, of course I don't know of anyone to write to.