'Keep in touch,' she repeated.

'Of course.

You'll be coming to England some day, and then you'll be sure to look me up, won't you ?' 'But, until I do come, we will write?
You will write to me a great deal ?' 'Oh, my dear, I do so hate writing.

I never have anything to say in a letter.

Let us exchange postcards, when our doings require it.' 'Postcards!' Althea could not repress a disconsolate note.