Baggert. "So I sent Eradicate for
it."
"How long ago was that?" asked Tom, as he took the missive.
"Oh, an hour ago," answered Mrs. Baggert, with a smile. "But
don't blame poor Rad for that. He wanted to deliver the letter to
you personally, and so did Koku. The result was your giant kept
after Rad, trying to get the letter from him, and Rad kept
hiding and slinking about for a chance to see you himself until I
saw what was going on, a little while ago, and took the letter
myself. Else you might never have gotten it, so jealous are those
two," and Mrs. Baggert laughed.
"Guess it isn't of much importance," Tom said, as he tore open
the envelope. "It's from the Universal Flying Machine Company, of
New York, and I imagine they're trying to get me to reconsider my
refusal to link up with them."
"Yes," he went on, as he read the missive, "that's it. They've
raised the amount to thirty thousand a year now, Dad, and they
say they feel sure I shall regret it if I do not accept.
"This is a bit queer, though," went on the young inventor.
"This letter was written three days ago, but it reached Shopton
only to-day.
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