The next week there were also two, both of which went to Miss Nelson.
After that it became a regular occurrence.
Jimmy recognized two letters a week from one person to one person as a danger-signal.

His curiosity promptly rose to fever-heat.

He even went so far as to weigh the letters, and roughly to calculate the number of pages in each.

Once or twice he felt something hard inside, and upon submitting the envelop to his nose, he distinguished the faint fragrance of pressed flowers.

It was perhaps a blessing in disguise that the duty of sorting the outgoing mail did not fall to his lot.
One added bit of information would have resulted in spontaneous combustion.
By and by letters came daily, their weight increasing until they culminated, about Christmas-time, in a special-delivery letter which bristled under the importance of its extra stamp.
The same morning the telegraph operator stopped in to ask if the Nelsons had been in for their mail.