Plainly she was disappointed.
"Cousin Adair, I am sure, would have suggested something helpful
had he been at home," she said sadly. "It, it is a great
disappointment, Robert."
"Well, well!" replied Mr. Sherwood, perhaps not without some
secret relief. "It will all come out right. At least, your
cousin hasn't refused his assistance. We shall be established
somewhere before he returns from his Mexican trip."
"I, I did depend so much upon Adair's good will and advice,"
signed Momsey.
"But, dear me suz!" gasped Nan impatiently. "What are you folks
bothering over that for? It isn't Cousin Adair that I want to
know about. It's this letter, Momsey," and she seized the thin
yet important envelope from Scotland and shook it before her
mother's eyes.
"Better look into it, Momsey," advised Mr. Sherwood easily,
preparing to return to the cinder sifting. "Maybe it's from some
of your relatives in the Old Country. I see 'Blake' printed in
the corner. Didn't your father have an uncle or somebody, who
was steward on the estate of a Scotch Laird of some renown?"
"Heck, mon!" cried Momsey, with her usual gaiety, and throwing
off the cloud of gloom that had momentarily subdued her spirit.
"Ye air a wise cheil.
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