"I assure you I am glad to be out again, too.

It's a fearful bore to be tied up in the house for a whole week, but I was bound to come down here this morning, if I had to come in the carriage, for I have news for you," added Don, putting his hand into the breast-pocket of his coat.
"Has it come ?" asked David, in a voice that trembled with excitement.
"It certainly has.

It was addressed to me, you know, and so Bert opened it.

The man says, he wants fifty dozen live quails immediately, and--but there it is, read it for yourself." Don produced the letter, and David took it with a very unsteady hand.
A hundred and fifty dollars was a fortune in his eyes, a larger one too than he had hoped to earn for some years to come.

He opened the letter and one glance at it showed him that the money was his, if he could only capture the required number of birds.