Why, Rachel ?" stammered Ruth.
"I was just axin'," said Rachel, "'cause if you been in love, you'd know how to read a love-letter, wouldn't you, Miss Rufe ?" Ruth smiled and nodded.
"I got one from my beau," went on Rachel, in great embarrassment; "but dat nigger knows I can't read." "Where does he live ?" asked Ruth.
"Up in Injianapolis.

He drives de hearse." Ruth suppressed a smile.

"I'll read the love-letter for you," she said.
Rachel sat down on the floor and began taking down her hair.

It was divided into many tight braids, each of which was wrapped with a bit of shoe-string.

From under the last one she took a small envelope and handed it to Ruth.
"Dat's it," she said.