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."
"Was that the grand surprise?" Amy wanted to know.
"Indeed not. Oh, there's the letter," and Betty caught up a piece of
paper from underneath the hammock. "I'll read it to you. It's quite
funny, and in it he says he's going to give me the grandest surprise
that ever a girl had.
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