“They,” if by the pronoun she meant the officials, did not do so much; they did nothing. Catherine picked her way through the crowd, every individual of which seemed to be in a hurry, towards the nearest counter, addressing a worried person who was on the other side of it.
“I expect there’s a letter here addressed to me from England; where shall I find it?”
The official courteously directed her to the proper place; having arrived at which, she repeated her inquiry. In less than a minute the clerk she had addressed produced a brown paper parcel, perhaps ten inches long, six or seven wide, and an inch thick. He read the address aloud
”’ Miss Catherine Fraser, Poste Restante, New York, U.S.A. To be left till called for.’ Are you Miss Catherine Fraser?”
“I am, and that’s my parcel. I recog
