Now to get up it.
He had got home and was turning the books over with Mr.
Glanbally, just in the edge of the evening, when the door opened quick and a little female figure came in.

She came close up to the table with the air of one quite at home.
"Good evening, Mr.Glanbally -- father told me to give you this letter." Winthrop looked at her, and Mr.Glanbally looked at the letter.

She was a slight little figure, a child, not more than thirteen or fourteen at the outside, perhaps not so much, but tall of her age.

A face not like those of the Asphodel children.

She did not once look towards him.
"Why I thought you were in Mannahatta, Miss Elizabeth." "Just going there -- we have just come from Little River on our way." "This letter is for you, Winthrop," said Mr.Glanbally, handing it over.