By dint of a button-hook and a hat-pin and an hour's patient poking, she succeeded in extracting five dimes.

These she wrapped in tissue paper, and folded in a letter.

In a Phoenix newspaper she had seen an advertisement of a magical cosmetic, to be found on sale at one of the local drug-stores, and this was an order for a box.
She was accustomed to running out to watch for the postman.

Often in her eagerness to get the mail she had met him half a mile down the road.

So she had ample opportunity to send her order and receive a reply without the knowledge of any of the family.
It was a delicious-smelling ointment.