"DEAR MISS LIDDELL,--I should be glad if you could call on
Tuesday next about one o'clock. I have various documents to show you,
or I should not give you the trouble to come here. If Mrs. Liddell is
disengaged and could come also it would be well. I am yours faithfully,
A. NEWTON."
Such was the letter which the first post brought to Katherine about six
weeks after the death of John Liddell.
Katherine, who always rose and dressed first, found it on the table when
she went down to give the boys their breakfast, to coax the fire to burn
brightly if it was inclined to be sulky, and to make the coffee for her
mother and Mrs. Fred.
As soon as she had seen the two little men at work on their bread and
milk she flew back to her mother.
"Do read this! Do you think that Mr. Newton wants me because I am to
have my uncle's money at last?"
"Yes, I do. There can be no other reason for his wishing to see you,
dearest child. What a wonderful change it will make if this is the case!
I can then cease, to mourn the failure of my poor powers, and let the
publishers go free. My love, I did not think anything could affect you
so much. You are white and trembling.
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