Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV It was the morning of the day of the play when the strange-looking letter arrived at the white house, in the lane. Harmony laid it at Amos's breakfast plate, looking curiously at the cheap paper and queer, straggling hand, that seemed to have miscalculated the distance on the envelope, and, having begun very large, ended in a cramped corner with a blot. She was pouring over the address with her finger on the blot when Amos came into the dining room. "Look," she said, "what a funny way to make an rpf | He stopped suddenly with an exclamation when he saw the child standing over that dingy letter, which looked out of place on their white cloth. He seemed about to snatch it from her. But instead he took it away gently, and put it, unopened, into his pocket. "Yes, Harmony," he said, "but you know some people make an 'F' that way." "Oh, I see," replied Harmony. "I have to know how to make an 'F' very well, don't I, because it begins my name?" "Yes. Now eat your orange!" "What," said Harmony, after some reflection, attacking her oatmeal, "does the name of Fortune mean?" "I don't believe I understand you," Amos replied. He was looking grave and abstracted. "Well," continued Harmony, "Hilda's name is the name of a bird, and so is old Mr. Lark's, and Johanna'sname means a nice color, and the grocery boy is named Fish. What does our name mean?" Amos was silent. "Do you understand me now?" inquired Harmony. "Oh, yes !" he hastened. "It doesn't mean anything of that sort, dear. Something different. I'm afraid it might make a long story!" "Will you ever tell it to me?" "Probably not," answered Amos with some grim- ness. He hurried through his breakfast and rose to go, coming around the table to kiss Harmony. She had chatted on happil...