A Daily Rate By Grace Livingston Hill A Sweet and Heartwarming Historical Romance Not that Celia Murray was really expecting anything, even a letter, on this birthday, though she did stand shivering in the half light of the dim, forlorn front room that served as a parlor for Mrs. Morris' boarding-house, watching for the postman to reach their door. She did it merely because she wished to be near, to get the letter at once, provided there was a letter, and not that she really hoped for one.