HAPPY AND SAD.

your father and mother could have forgottén to
write to tell me the day?”

 
    

“Oh, no!” said Floss ; “I know papa wrote

   

to tell you. He wrote the day before yester-
day, for I heard him tell mamma so. And this

   
 
 

morning when the post came, just as we were

 
 

leaving, he wondered a little that there was no

 
 

letter from you ; but he said perhaps you hadn’t

 
 

thought it worth while to write, as you had

 
 

said any day this week would do for us to

 
 

come.”

 
 

“Of course I would have written,” said

    

auntie; “but what can have become of the
letter?” =

 
 

It had evidently gone astray somehow ; and

 
 

that very evening the mystery was explained,

 
 

for the postman brought it —a very travel-worn

 
 

letter indeed, with two or three scrawls across
it in red ink: “ Missent to Whitehurst,” “Try
Whitefield,” etc.

_ “Whenever a letter does go wrong, which

 
     
   
   
 

certainly is not very often, it is sure to be one

 
 

of consequence,” said auntie. But long before