letters for?
He looked at them.
- Mullingar.
- Milly.
―A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And a letter for you.
He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her knees.
―Do you want the blind up?
Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.
―That do? he asked, turning.
She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.
―She got the things, she said.
He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a snug