Publisher's Synopsis
The second arithmetic class had just come out to recite, when somebody knocked at the door. Miss Cardrew sent Delia Guest to open it. "It's a-ha, ha! letter-he, he! for you," said Delia, coming up to the desk. Exactly wherein lay the joke, in the fact that Miss Cardrew should have a letter, nobody but Delia was capable of seeing; but Delia was given to seeing jokes on all occasions, under all circumstances. Go wherever you might, from a prayer-meeting to the playground, you were sure to hear her little giggle. "A letter for you," repeated Delia Guest. "He, he!" Miss Cardrew laid down her arithmetic, opened the letter, and read it. "Gypsy Breynton."
