can stop on the way and still reach Middletown inside of two weeks."
"Well, I shouldn't like to miss a letter from Miss Bartlett, if it was sent."
"You can leave directions to forward it if it comes after we are gone. The post-office authorities will willingly send the letter wherever you direct."
"Perhaps she has already written."
"If you think so, why don't you call at the post-office and find out?"
"I will—as soon as we have had something to eat and drink."
They passed over to the Commercial Hotel, and after brushing up, entered the dining-room. Here a late dinner was served for them, and it is needless to say that both did full justice to all that was set before them.
After they had finished Andy went off to hunt up an empty store, and Matt, after securing directions, walked off to the post-office.
To his delight, there was a letter for him, and addressed in Ida Bartlett's hand. As it was the first letter he had received since being on the road, the reader can understand his curiosity to master its contents. Standing back in an out-of-the-way spot of the corridor, he split open the envelope with his
