"Come, come, Betty!" exclaimed Mollie, vigorously, when shining noses had been rendered immune from the effects of the sun, "when do we hear that wonderful secret of yours?'
"Right away! Make yourselves comfortable. I'm going to walk about, and get the proper action to go with the words. Now, what did I do with that letter?" and she looked in her belt, up her sleeve, and in the folds of her waist.
"Gracious, I hope I haven't lost it! ' she exclaimed, glancing about, anxiously.
"Was it only a letter?" asked Mollie, something of disappointment manifesting itself in her tones.
"Only a letter!" repeated Betty, with proper emphasis. "Well, I like the way you say that! It isn't a common letter, by any means."
"Is it from that queer Mr. Blackford, whose five hundred dollar bill we found when we were on our walking trip?" asked Amy, with strange recollections of that queer occurrence.
"No, it was from my uncle, Amos Marlin, a former sea captain," was the answer, "A most quaint and delightful character, as you'll all say when you meet him."
"Then we are going to meet him? " interjected Grace, questioningly.
"Yes, he's coming to pay me a visit."
