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Flossie had given a short bark, then three loud sharp
yaps of warning.
Silent, he put his plate on the tray and went downstairs.
Constance heard him go down the garden path. A bicycle
bell tinkled outside there.
’Morning, Mr Mellors! Registered letter!’
’Oh ay! Got a pencil?’
’Here y’are!’
There was a pause.
’Canada!’ said the stranger’s voice.
’Ay! That’s a mate o’ mine out there in British Columbia.
Dunno what he’s got to register.’
’’Appen sent y’a fortune, like.’
’More like wants summat.’
Pause.
’Well! Lovely day again!’
’Ay!’
’Morning!’
’Morning!’
After a time he came upstairs again, looking a little an-
gry.
’Postman,’ he said.
’Very early!’ she replied.
’Rural round; he’s mostly here by seven, when he does
come.
’Did your mate send you a fortune?’
’No! Only some photographs and papers about a place
out there in British Columbia.’
’Would you go there?’