Perhaps Maude will.

Poor little Maude! Did I tell you that while she was absent she dabbled in water-colors?
and now she has what she calls a studio, where she perpetrates the most atrocious daubs you ever saw.

Poor Maude! She is weak in the upper story, but is, on the whole, a nice girl, and very pretty, too, with her black eyes, and brilliant color, and kittenish ways.

I did not care for her once, but we are great friends now, and she is a comfort to me in your absence.

I am afraid, though, that she is not long for this world.