"And _what_ do you think she had done? She had discovered your revolver
under my pillow, and she had tied her handkerchief around it, and was
using it as a doll!
"I got it away with a little persuasion, but at times she still
asks for her 'army' doll--saying that a boy she knew, named Philip,
had sent it to her from Manila, where he was living.
"This, Captain Selwyn, is all the news. I do not think she will
begin to fret for you again for some time. At first, you remember,
it was every other day, then every three or four days. It has now
been a week since she asked for you. When she does I will, as
usual, telegraph you.
"With many thanks for your kindness to us all, "Very respectfully
yours,
"Mary Casson."
Selwyn read this letter sitting before the fire in the living-room, feet
on the fender, pipe between his teeth. It was the first day of absolute
rest he had had in a long while.
The day before he had been at the Hook until almost dark, watching the
firing of a big gun, and the results had been so satisfactory that he
was venturing to give himself a holiday--unless wanted at Edgewater.
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