Miss Strangeworth never got any answers to her letters, of course. because she never signed her name. If she had been asked, she would have said that her name, Adela Strangeworth, a name honored in the town for so many years, did not belong on such trash.
"Didn't you ever see an idiot child before? Some people just shouldn't have children, should they?"
Although Miss Strangeworth had never given the matter any particular thought, she had always made a point of mailing her letter secretly; it would, of course, not have been wise to let anyone she her mail them. There was always a group of young people around the post office. The children stood away as Miss Strangeworth approached it, seemingly surprised that any one should want to use the post office after it had been officially closed up for the night and turned over to the children.
She slipped her letters into the slot, and two of them fell inside. The third caught on the edge and fell outside, onto the ground. She did not notice it. Miss Strangeworth turned to go home and never heard the Harris boy calling her to say that she had dropped something. "She dropped a letter adressed for Don Crane. Might as well take it over. I'll pass his house anyway", the Harris boy said as he carried Miss Strangeworth's pink envelope in his hand.