Mr. Hungerford entered, seeking the
cigar box.
"Good-morning," he observed, cheerfully.
Daniel looked up, grunted, and went on with his work. Cousin Percy
smiled. A querulous voice called from the second floor.
"Daniel!" called Serena. "Daniel, where are you? Why don't you come up?
I am all alone."
The captain sprang to his feet, "Comin'! Serena!" he shouted. "Comin'!"
He hurried out. Mr. Hungerford, left alone, helped himself to a cigar
and strolled about the room. The pile of letters on the table caught his
attention. Idly he turned the envelopes over, examining the addresses.
All at once his interest became less casual; one of the written names
had caught his attention.
Five minutes later the postman rang the doorbell. Captain Dan ran
downstairs, entered the library, seized the letters from the table and
hastened to hand them to the carrier.
"Daddy!" called Gertrude from above, "did you post my letter?"
"Sure!" was the prompt answer. "Just gave it to the mail man. It's on
the road now.
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