Nitocris did the same, picked one out and left the others for similar treatment after she had interviewed the cook about lunch and refreshments for the afternoon, and the butler on the subject of cooling drinks, for it promised to be a perfect English day in June--which is, of course, the most delicious day that you may find under any skies between the Poles.
She opened the one she had selected and skimmed its contents.

Then her eyelids lifted, and she said: "Oh!" "What is the matter, Niti ?" asked her father, looking up from his cutlet.

"Nothing gone wrong with your arrangements, I hope." "Oh dear, no," she replied, with something like exultation in her voice, "quite the reverse, Dad.

This is from Brenda, and Brenda is an angel disguised in petticoats and picture hats.

Listen." Then she began to read: "MY DEAREST NITI,--I am going to take what I'm afraid English people would think a great liberty.