XXIXMiss Silver got the letter with her breakfast next day. It was the second in a pile of letters. She opened it first. She read:
“Dear Miss Silver,
I am writing to tell you that I had to come away. I couldn’t help it. When I see you I will tell you, but I don’t know when that will be. I’ve got to get work before I do anything else. I thought I must write to you because of Jim. I meant to write to him, but I couldn’t. He will be so very angry with me for coming away, and I don’t know whether I could tell him why. I must think it well over first. But if you see him, or if he comes to you, will you please tell him not to worry. He was so very good to me—as you were. It would be a bad return if I did anything that would make things difficult for him. I will send you an address when I have
