Presently I heard her say: "I wonder who it is from?
Mrs.Smith gets a great many letters.

No envelope, thank goodness! but a plain, good old fashioned letter.

I must see who it is from." By this time Mary had stepped within the back parlor.

I stood, hid from her view, by one of the folding doors, which was closed, but within a few feet of her.
"From Mrs.Jackson! Hum--m.

I wonder what she's got to say?
Something about me, I'll bet a dollar." There was a very apparent change in the thermometer of Mary's feelings at this last thought, as was evident from the tone of her voice.
"Lace collars--stockings--pocket han--.