"
"I'm to go while you make up your prescription--all right!" said the
Young Doctor, and with a wave of the hand he left the room.
Instantly Kitty brought a lead pencil and paper. "Now sit down and write
to him, Mrs. Crozier," she said briskly. "Use discretion; don't gush;
slap his face a little for breaking his pledge, and afterwards tell him
that you did at the Derby what you had abused him for doing. Then
explain to him about this four thousand pounds--twenty thousand dollars
--my, what a lot of money, and all got in one day! Tell him that it was
all won by his own cash. It's as easy as can be, and it will be a
certainty now."
So saying, she lit a match. "You--hold this wicked old catfish letter
into the flame, please, Mrs. Crozier, and keep praying all the time, and
please remember that 'our little hands were never made to tear each
other's eyes.'"
Mona's small fingers were trembling as she held the fateful letter into
the flame, and then in silence both watched it burn to a cinder. A
faint, hopeful smile was on Mona's face now.
"What isn't never was to those that never knew," said Kitty briskly, and
pushed a chair up to the table. "Now sit down and write, please."
Mona sat down. Taking up a sheet of notepaper she looked at it
dubiously.
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