"A letter from Mrs. Macon, I think," said Morton, handing it across the table to Sara, with a glance at the western postmark.
"I shouldn't wonder if it is to announce their return," she remarked, opening it.
"Heaven forbid!" groaned Molly. "I love the Macons, but I adore their home! Why don't you praise these muffins, Morton? I made 'em."