ve there's a howll box iv thim in the mail for yeez." Accordingly,
they left without a purchase, to the loss of the candy account at the
store.

The circus poster and contents were deposited on the office table, and
Mr. Carruthers called big Marjorie to sort the mail. So Miss Carmichael
appeared, and gave him his own letters and papers. There were two from
India for Mr. Terry, that had been forwarded from Toronto, and one from
the same quarter for aunt Honoria. Some United States documents were the
colonel's property, and a hotel envelope, with a Barrie postmark, bore
the name of Miss Tryphena Hill. The bulk of the mail was in one
handwriting, which the Bridesdale post-mistress had seen before. Only
two letters were there, a thick one for aunt Honoria, and one of
ordinary size for Mr Wilkinson, but there were several papers and
magazines for that invalid, and at least half a dozen illustrated papers
and as many magazines or paper-bound books for herself, which she knew
contained material of some kind in which she had expressed an interest.
Then came three large thick packages, one marked "Misses Marjorie,
Susan, and Honoria Carruthers," another "Masters John and Michael
Carruthers," and the third "Miss Marjorie C. Thomas and Co." The young
lady with the Co. laid violent hands upon her own property; but that of
the young Carruthers was given to their mother, along with her letters.
Miss Du Plessis, failing to receive anything of her own, carried the
dominie's spoil to him, and found that some of the magazines, though
sent to his name, were really meant for her, at least dear Farquhar said
so. Mrs. Carruthers opened her Toronto letter and read it over with
amusement. Then she held up an enclosure between forefinger and thumb,
saying, "You see, Marjorie, it is unsealed, so I think I must read it,
or give it to your mother to read first, in case it should not be right
for you to receive it." But Miss Carmichael made a dash at the document,
and bore it off triumphantly to her own room, along with her literary
pabulum. It was dated Friday afternoon, so that he could not have been
long in the city when he wrote it, and ran thus:--

_My Dear Miss Carmichael_,--I wish to apologize to you very humbly,
and, through you, but not so humbly, to Mr. Lamb, for any harsh,
and apparently cruel, things I said to or about him. Your aunt,
Mrs. Thomas, whom I met, with the Captain and Sylvanus, on their
way to the s