This also was addressed in a feminine hand---as most of a cadet's mail is.

It was a small, square envelope, without crest or monogram, but the paper and cut were scrupulously good and fine.

It was the kind of stationery that would be used by girl brought up in a home of refined surroundings.
Dick broke the seal with a consciousness of a little thrill that he had not felt in opening his mother's letter.

Dick did not have to look for the signature; he knew the penmanship.
"My Dear Mr.Prescott," began the letter.

("Hm!" muttered the reader.