It all looked wonderful, quite wonderful.

She again determined to write to her bankers that very evening before dinner.
"You're going to the theatre to-night, aren't you, Austin ?" she said, as he returned from seeing Mr Sheepshanks courteously off the premises.

"I want you to post a letter for me on your way.

Post it at the Central Office, so as to be sure it catches the night mail.

It's a business letter of importance." "All right, auntie," he replied, arranging his trouser so that it should fall gracefully over his wooden leg.
"And I do wish, Austin, that you'd behave rather more like other people when Mr Sheepshanks comes to see us.