She hated to touch these dirty envelopes, and this one looked old and worn.

She stepped back to the parlor table where her glasses were lying, and, adjusting them, began to read the letter.
"For the land sakes! Where'd you find this ?" she said, looking up suspiciously.

"It's against the law to open letters that ain't your own.
Didn't me daughter ever get it?
I wrote it to her meself.

How come you by it ?" "Mother read it to me long ago when I was little," answered the girl, the slow hope fading from her lips as she spoke.

Was every one, was even her grandmother, going to be cold and harsh with her?
"Our Father, hide me!" her heart murmured, because it had become a habit; and her listening thought caught the answer, "Let not your heart be troubled." "Well, who are you ?" said the uncordial grandmother, still puzzled.