And, I say," pursued Old Sharon, relapsing into his customary impudence, "you're in love, you know, with that nice girl.

I like her myself.

When you marry her invite me to the wedding.

I'll make a sacrifice; I'll brush my hair and wash my face in honor of the occasion." Returning to his lodgings, Moody found two letters waiting on the table.
One of them bore the South Morden postmark.

He opened that letter first.
It was written by Miss Pink.