Excerpt from Lake of Enchantment Edie worthington had driven down in the old buggy to The Store - which served also as Post Office - to collect the mail. But the mail-car was late, and Edie sat in the buggy outside the small galvanized iron building, talking to Mrs. Caley. You expecting something by the English mail, Mrs. Worthington? It's due up to-day. The faintest flush mounted in Edie's thin, colourless face, but her manner was elaborately indifferent as she dded. My sister often sends papers - Sketches and Tatlers. Oh, papers, yes, returned the postmistress, I meant letters. Your sister don't write very often, does she? It must be nearly a year since she wrote last. She's been away for so long, and I was only a child when she went to England, answered Edie Worthington, evenly. If she resented Mrs. Caley's kwledge of, and comments upon, her correspondence, she had eugh sense t to make this resentment plain. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.