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The idea ! '' under her breath , and put the letter in her pocket . Marie wanted to make a scene and insist on knowing what was in her own mother 's letter ; but Mary contented herself with looking superb and haughty and disdainful , and marching out of the room without giving Aunt Jane the satisfaction of even being asked what was in that letter . But at the table that noon Aunt Jane read it to Father out loud . So that 's how I came to know just what was in it . She started first to hand it over to him to read ; but as he put out his hand to take it I guess he saw the handwriting , for he drew back quickly , looking red and queer . `` From Mrs. Anderson to you ? ''