I didn't go any farther than the gate then.

I had a letter for your father, and I met him at the gate and gave it to him." "A letter for dad ?" It was not much, but it was better than nothing.
Jean thought she might lead him on to something more.
"Yes! A note, or a letter.

Carl sent me over with it." "Carl?
What was it about?
I never heard--" "I never read it.

Ask your dad what it was about, why don't you?
I don't reckon it was anything particular." "Maybe it was, though." Jean was turning crafty.

She would pretend to be interested in the letter, and trip Art somehow when he was off his guard.