CHAPTER VI.


A PROMISE KEPT.

About a fortnight later Sir Edward, who always opened the post-bag
himself, found there a letter addressed to his little niece, and sent a
message to the nursery to tell her to come down to him. She arrived very
surprised at the summons, as Sir Edward always wished to be left
undisturbed at his breakfast, but when she saw the letters on the table
she cried out joyously,--

"Good morning, Uncle Edward. I know there's a letter from Jack for me,
isn't there? I've been waiting for it every day."

"I think there may be, judging from the writing on the envelope. Come
here and open it."

Milly took the letter, and her little fingers fairly trembled with
excitement as she opened it, saying softly to herself as she did so,--

"I knew he would keep his promise. I knew he wasn't a thief."

A money order dropped out.

"Well," said Sir Edward, "you were right, little woman, and we were
wrong. Would you like me to read it for you?"

"Yes, please, uncle."