There were two enclosures. Both she shook into her lap. The
sealed, foreign-looking letter she picked up first. It was
addressed in a clerkly hand to,

"MISTRESS JESSIE ADAIR BLAKE,
"KINDNESS OF MESSRS. ADAIR MACKENZIE & CO.
"MEMPHIS, TENN., U.S.A."

"From England. No! From Scotland," murmured Nan, looking over
her mother's shoulder in her eagerness. She read the neatly
printed card in the corner of the foreign envelope:

KELLAM & BLAKE
HADBORNE CHAMBERS
EDINBURGH

Mrs. Sherwood was whispering her maiden name over to herself.
She looked up suddenly at her husband with roguish eyes.

"I'd almost forgotten there ever was such a girl as Jessie Adair
Blake," she said.

"Oh, Momsey!" squealed Nan, with clasped hands and immense
impatience. "Don't, DON'T be so slow! Open it!"

"No-o," her mother said, with pursed lips. "No, honey. The
other comes first, I reckon."

It was a letter typewritten upon her cousin's letter-head; but it
was not dictated by Mr. Adair MacKenzie. Instead, it was from