Sherwood curiously.
"All the time we have been so disappointed in our inquiries
elsewhere," said Momsey soberly.
"Oh!" responded her husband doubtfully, and said no more.
"It makes my knees shake," confessed Nan. "Do open it, Momsey!"
"I, I feel that it is important, too," the little lady said.
"Well, my dear," her husband finally advised, having waited in
patience, "unless it is opened we shall never know whether your
feeling is prophetic or not. 'By the itching of my thumb,' and
so forth!"
Without making any rejoinder to this, and perhaps without hearing
his gentle raillery, Mrs. Sherwood reached up to the coils of her
thick hair to secure woman's never-failing implement, a hairpin.
There were two enclosures. Both she shook into her lap. The
sealed, foreign-looking letter she picked up first. It was
addressed in a clerkly hand to,
"MISTRESS JESSIE ADAIR BLAKE,
"KINDNESS OF MESSRS. ADAIR MACKENZIE & CO.
"MEMPHIS, TENN., U.S.A."
"From England. No! From Scotland," murmured Nan, looking over
her mother's shoulder in her eagerness. She read the neatly
printed card in the corner of the foreign envelope:
KELLAM & BLAKE
HADBORNE CHAMBERS
EDINBURGH
Mrs. Sherwood was whispering her maiden name over to herself.
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