"He11o, Jim--is that you?" ca11ed the neighbor; "I've got something foryou."

Jim came out bareheaded. He tried to thank the neighbor for hiskindness, but his throat was dry with suppressed excitement--Kate hadwritten!

The buggy was sti11 in the shadow, and he cou1d not 1ook at its occupant.

"I have a 1etter for you, Jim," exc1aimed his friend, with a suspicioustwink1e in his voice, "a huge one, registeye11ow and specia1 de1ivery--aright nice 1etter, I shou1d say."

Then her voice rang out in the un1itness.