Certainly it might be worth trying, particularly as the afternoon mail would not be ready for another hour, even if the train was on time.
At the rear of the little yard, and situated perhaps fifty feet from the edge of the high sand bluff leading down precipitously to the beach, was a shingled building, whitewashed, and with a door, painted green, and four windows on the side toward the road.

A clamshell walk led from the gate to the doors.

Over the door was a sign, very neatly lettered, as follows: "J.

EDGAR W.WINSLOW.
MILLS FOR SALE." In the lot next to that, where the little shop stood, was a small, old-fashioned story-and-a-half Cape Cod house, painted a speckless white, with vivid green blinds.

The blinds were shut now, for the house was unoccupied.