Sylvia, sitting in a low chair by the fire, clasped her hands abruptly, clenched them hard, and spoke, turning her head slowly until her eyes rested upon Dan.
"Dan," she asked, "did you ever know--do you know now--what was in the letter you carried to Grandfather Kelton that first time I saw you--the time I went to find grandfather for you ?" Dan glanced quickly at Mrs.Owen.
"Answer Sylvia's question, Daniel," the old lady replied.
"Yes; I learned later what it was.

And Aunt Sally knows." "Tell me; tell me what you know about it," commanded Sylvia gravely, and her voice was clear now.
Dan hesitated.

He rose and stood with his arm resting on the mantel.
"It's all right, Daniel.

Now that Sylvia has asked, she must know just what we know," said Mrs.Owen.
"The letter was among your grandfather's papers.

It was an offer to pay for your education.