No sound of the wild birds here. Tame, commonplace, clumsy. Felix was aware of it. He ought never to have tried to write a letter to Sheilah. No wonder she had never answered it.
No wonder. She had never received it.
Mrs. Miller's conscience hadn't pricked her in the least when, after a careful perusal of Felix's letter, she had decided not to forward it to Sheilah, already returned to boarding-school for a second year. The result would have been the same. Sheilah would not have written to the boy. At least John Sheldon had persuaded her last spring when she first went away not to write to him. Mrs. Miller felt quite certain that the absurd little-girl interest that she had felt for this queer boy was all over now. Still there was nothing to be gained by reminding her of him. Mrs. Miller burned Felix's letter, and never referred to it. It might easily have been lost in the mail.
