Bring it out here if you're going to write." The next time she unclosed her eyes Valerie sat cross-legged on the grass by the hammock, the writing case on her lap, scribbling away as though she really enjoyed it.
The letter was to Neville.

It ran on: "Rita is asleep in a hammock; she's too pretty for words.

I love her.
Why?
Because she loves me, silly! "I'm a very responsive individual, Kelly, and a pat on the head elicits purrs.
"I want you to write to me.

Also, pray be flattered; you are the only person on earth who now has my address.

I _may_ send it to Jose Querida; but that is none of your business.