"Do not hurry, John; have another cup ?" "Yes, please." "Have you written that letter?
I mean to be naughty enough to enclose it to Leila.

I told you so." "Yes, but it is not quite done, and now I must tell her about the fire.

I wrote her that Josiah had gone away." "The less of it the better.

I mean about--well, about your warning him--and the rest--your share and mine." "Of course not, Aunt Ann.

I would not talk about myself.