Before I left home I asked her to come down here the first week in August, and I never thought of it again from that day to this.

But I should think she would have written." "Why, mamma," said Bumble, "there was a letter came for you from Philadelphia a day or two ago.

Didn't you get it?
I saw it on the hall table." "No, I didn't get it.

Run and look for it, child." But the letter couldn't be found.

So Mrs.Barlow assumed that it was from her friend, Miss Todd, and concluded that that lady would shortly arrive.
"Where _can_ we put her to sleep ?" she queried, "every room is already filled." "She can have my room," said Bob, "and Harry Carleton and I will sleep out in the tent.