The Craze of Christina — page 73: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 69 was that laughing face, full of sanguine hope and joyful courage! ‘1 know I shall get an answer, Ella!’’ she eried gayly. ‘‘I dreamed that I had one to-day, and whatever | dream always comes true.’’ At this moment, as if in answer to her words, the double rap of the postman sounded loudly through the house. The trio in the ground floor parlor exchanged looks. There was a little pause, then a knock at their own door, and the maid of all work came in holding out a letter with particularly srimy fingers. ‘Is this for you, miss?”’ Chris swooped down upon it. For all her pluck and courage, her fingers shook so that they could scarcely tear open the envelope. The others watched her breathlessly whilst she glanced through the letter. “It’s all right,’’ she nodded to them, then they had to wait again. “*Tell us, my dear,’’ said her father. ‘‘T will read the letter out toyou. It’s rather fanny! listen: ‘“* “Tf C. P.’—those were the {initials I put in the advertisement, you know—‘If C. P. is really desirous of making herself useful without a salary, in consideration of a refined and pleas- GComichooksnco