Uncle John leaned back in his chair and watched the girl's face.
"There's a mistake," said Patsy, quite bewildered.

Then she read her name upon the wrapper, quite plainly written, and shook her head.
"It's for me, all right.

But what does it mean ?" "Why not read the letter ?" suggested the Major.
So she opened the big envelope and unfolded the stiff paper and read as follows: "Miss Patricia Doyle, Becker's Flats, Duggan Street, New York.

Dear Miss Doyle: An esteemed client of our house, who desires to remain unknown, has placed at your disposal the furnished apartments 'D,' at 3708 Willing Square, for the period of three years, or as long thereafter as you may care to retain them.

Our client begs you to consider everything the apartments contain as your own, and to use it freely as it may please you.