The post-mark was Elliot.

She supposed the letter to be from her dead sister's father-in-law, who lived there.
"I may jest as well open it an' see what it is while I'm waitin'," she thought.
She tore open the envelope slowly and clumsily with her stiff fingers, and held up the letter so the light struck it.

She could not read strange writing easily, and this was a nearly illegible scrawl.
However, after the first few words, she seemed to absorb it by some higher faculty than reading.

In a short time she had the gist of the letter.

It was from a lawyer who signed himself Daniel Tuxbury.