I shall rejoice to get away from the art school and guilds, which keep on even in this intemperate weather, and I shall be glad to see you again, Phebe, my dear," (Phebe looked up triumphantly in Denham's face as she reached the words.) "Remember me to Mrs.Lane and Miss--, I can't think of her name,--Aunt Lydia, I mean.
"Sincerely yours "GERALDINE VERNOR, "P.S .-- Olly only drinks milk." Phebe took back the letter and folded it up.

"Well ?" she said.
"Well ?" said Denham, looking at her and smiling.
"It's just like her," declared Phebe.

"It's so downright and to the point.

Gerald never wastes words." "You said it was like a man's letter," said Denham.

"But I must beg leave to differ with you there.