Pete glanced at the letter, and thanked Ma Bailey as he tucked it in his
pocket.
"I don't mind if you open it, Pete," she told him. "Goodness knows how
long it's been laying in the post-office! And it, mebby, is
important--from that doctor, or that lawyer, mebby. Oh, mebby it's from
the bank. Sakes alive! To think of that man leaving you all that money!
Mebby that bank has failed!"
"Well, I'd be right where I started when I first come
here--broke--lookin' for a job."
"And the boys'll worry you most to death if you try to read any letters
in the bunk-house to-night. They're waitin' to hear you talk."
"Guess the letter can wait. I ain't such a fast reader, anyhow."
"And you're like to lose it, carryin' it round."
"I--I--reckon I better read it," stammered Pete helplessly.
He felt somehow that Ma would feel slighted if he didn't. Ma Bailey
watched his face as he read the rather brief note from Doris, thanking
him for his letter to her and congratulating him on the outcome of his
trial, and assuring him of her confidence in his ultimate success in
life.
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