_Page 162_.] When the wonderful thing was given her, her "first post-office letter," she clapped her hands for joy.
"Miss?
Miss ?" repeated she, as Horace re-read the direction; for she was not learned in the mysteries of writing, and could not read it for herself.
"O, yes.

_Miss_, certainly! If it was to me, it would be Mr." "_Master_, you mean," corrected Grace.
"No, Horace, you are not Mr.yet!" said Dotty, confidently; "you've never been married." The next thing in order was the reading of the letter.

Dotty tore it open with a trembling hand.

I should like to see another letter that would make a child so happy as that one did! It was written by three different people, and all to the same little girl.

Not a line to Uncle Henry or Aunt Maria, or Horace or Grace.