"May I read your letter, Floyd?"
"Sure!" replied the boy wearily.
Shellington's eyes sought the paper in his hand: "Floyd love.-"I'm going away, but I will love you every day I live. Floyd, could you ask Sister Ann to pray for everyone--me, too? Forgive me for taking Snatchet--I wanted him awfully. You be good to Sister Ann and always love Brother Horace and mind every word he says. I'm going away because I want to. Remember that, Floyd dear, goodby.
"FLEDRA."
After finishing the letter, Horace said to Ann, "I must see Brimbecomb at once." And he turned abruptly and went out. Ann followed him hurriedly.
"Horace, dear, you won't quarrel with him, for my sake."
"Not unless he had a hand in taking her away. God! I'm so troubled I can't think."
Ann watched him go to the telephone; then, with a premonition of even greater coming evil, she crept back to Floyd.