As she did so something fluttered to the ground.
Jesse Bulrush picked it up. "That looks nice," he said, and he whistled
in surprise. "It's a money-draft on a bank."
Kitty, whose eyes were fixed on the big, important handwriting, answered
calmly and without apparently looking, as she took the paper from his
hand: "Yes, it's a wedding present--five hundred dollars to buy what I
like best for my home. So she says."
"Mrs. Crozier, of course."
"Of course."
"Well, that's magnificent. What will you do with it?"
Kitty rose and held out her hand. "Go back to your flying partner, happy
man, and ask her what she would do with five hundred dollars if she had
it."
"She'd buy her lord and master a present with it, of course," he
answered.
"Good-bye, Mr. Rolypoly," she responded, laughing. "You always could
think of things for other people to do; and have never done anything
yourself until now. Good-bye, father."
When he was gone and out of sight her face changed. With sudden anger
she crushed and crumpled up the draft for five hundred in her hand. "'A
token of affection from both!'" she exclaimed, quoting from the letter.
"One lone leaf of Irish shamrock from him would--"
She stopped. "But he will send a message of his own," she continued.
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