We will look over his shoulder while he reads it:-- "Sweetest Milly, Bring your lovely face with your husband to dine with us on Friday at seven--do.

If not, I will be sulky with you till Sunday, when I shall be obliged to see you, and shall long to kiss you that very moment.

Yours, according to your answer, Caroline Czerlaski." 'Just like her, isn't it ?' said Mrs.Barton.

'I suppose we can go ?' 'Yes; I have no engagement.

The Clerical Meeting is tomorrow, you know.' 'And, dear, Woods the butcher called, to say he must have some money next week.