ment. He finally drew out of the envelope the folded sheet.
"What's all this? I must be seeing wrong! I know my glasses need changing. Here, Spot, read this to me! No, you, Myra, you do it! Spot mumbles so."
The letter was addressed to Major Robert Taylor and this is what Myra read:
Dear Sir: I take my pen in hand to inform you that your granddaughter, Rebecca Taylor, is now left alone in New York without money and with nobody of repute, save myself, to do for her. I am a lone widow and do not feel that I can take upon myself the care of a young girl.
In looking over the letters and papers found in a trunk which belonged to the child's father I discovered your existence. In case you are dead I gathered from said letters that there are others of your name whose duty it will be to care for Rebecca.
Rebecca is a good child, although she has had no attention paid to her manners except by your humble servant. I have tried to make her behave ladylike. She is leaving New York to-morrow night and will arrive at O Court House Thursday morning.
No more from yours at present.
Lilburn O'Shea.
