I read it.
"Well, by George!" I exclaimed, angrily.
"What is it, Roscoe ?" "It appears to be a summons from what Captain Jed called the King of New York.

A summons to appear at court." "At court ?" "Oh, not the criminal court.

Merely the palace of his Majesty.

Just listen." This was the letter: Roscoe Paine, Esq.
Dear Sir: I should like to see you at my house this--Thursday--forenoon, on a matter of business.

I shall expect you at any time after ten in the morning.
Yours truly, JAMES W.COLTON.
"From Mr.Colton!" exclaimed Mother.