CHAPTER XV.
When at breakfast on a Monday morning Penhallow said, "That mail is late again," his wife knew that he was still eager for news from John.
"The mail is always late on Monday morning, James.

If you are in haste to get to the mills, I will send it after you." "No, it is unimportant, Ann.

Another cup, please.

Ah! there it is now." He went out on to the porch.

"You are late, Billy." "I ain't late--it was Mrs.Crocker--she kept me." Penhallow selected two letters postmarked West Point, and opening one as he went in to the breakfast-room, said, "My dear, it is rather satisfactory--quite as much as could be expected." "Well, James! What is rather satisfactory?
You are really exasperating at times." "Am I?
Well, John has passed in the first half dozen--he does not yet know just where--" "And are you not entirely contented?
You ought to be.