— — —Belle Adair had, besides the Bible and the pink plumes, something else, useful perhaps, and curious certainly in her carpet-bag — the two slender letters which had been given her by Roger Owen. She could not very well understand their meaning, though the sentences were plain enough; one was in German, a language with which she was well acquainted, and was an enclosure in an epistle which Daisy Arrow had sent from Germany about five years before. Yes, that was clear from the date on the letter.
Roger Owen, of course, had not been able to make head or tail of this, and could scarcely, with his own poor scholarship and Daisy’s poor scrawl, spell out his sister’s letter.
Belle had told him smoothly that there was nothing of importance on the two flimsy sheets. Good-hearted Daisy had mer
