Get out of my way." "For me ?" asked Felix, coloring slightly as the postman accosted him.
"Yes, if you're Mr.O'Day." "I'm afraid I am.

Thank you.

If you have any others, bring them here to Mr.Kling's, where I can always be found during the day." He glanced at the seal and the address, but kept it in his hands until he reached Kling's counter, where he settled into a chair, and with the greatest care slit the envelope with his knife.

A year had passed since he had received a letter, nor had he expected any.
He read it through to the end, turning the pages again, rereading certain passages, his face giving no hint of the contents, folded the sheets, put them back in the envelope, and slid the whole into his inside pocket.

After a little he rose, stood for a moment watching Fudge, who, now that Masie had gone to school, had taken up his customary place in the window, his nose pressed against the pane.