"That is no secret.

I'm Martha Dence--at your service: and this is Cairnhope town." "Cairnhope!" cried Henry, and started back, so that his wooden chair made a loud creak upon the stones of the farmer's kitchen.
Martha Dence stared, but said nothing; for almost at that moment the doctor returned, all in a hurry, for the letter.
Henry begged him to look at it, and see if it would do.
The doctor read it.

"Hum!" said he, "it is a very pretty, filial letter, and increases my interest in you; give me your hand: there.

Well, it won't do: too shaky.

If your mother once sees this, I may talk till doomsday, she'll not believe a word.