text:  "And this little packet contains my letters--_all_ does it?" he asked touching the small parcel she had deposited within a cleft of the hollow river-side tree by which they stood the post-office of their happier days where concealed by thick moss gathered from the bole those letters had every one been searched for and found--with what a leap of heart first felt! how fondly thrust into her bosom for the leisure delight of opening at home--and all in vain! "All but one " she answered tremulously; "I brought then because you bade me--but you were so angry _then_--let me take them back?" and she clutched them eagerly