"Good afternoon, Mrs.Crocker," she said, as the postmistress came out to the sleigh.

"Please mail this.

Any letters for us ?" "No, Leila." She glanced at the curly locks above the thin face and the wrapped up form in the shawl.

"Got a nice little girl with you, Leila." John indignant said nothing.

"This is a boy--my cousin, John Penhallow," returned Leila.
"Law! is that so ?" "Get on," cried Leila.