Things do sometimes go wrong in the mail, and several times your mother has thought a letter has been lost.

She thought so because you seemed to forget to refer to things.

We came over to leave Betty at a French school and we had expected to visit you later.

But your mother fell ill of diphtheria and not hearing from you seemed to make her homesick, so we decided to return to New York by the next steamer.

I ran over to London, however, to make some inquiries about you, and on the first day I arrived I met your husband in Bond Street.