MY DEAR AUNT ERNIE,--At last I have a chance of sending you a letter--and, this time at any rate, you won't have to complain about my sending you no news.

I'll promise you that, before I begin, and you needn't get scared either, because it's all good.

I've been awfully lucky, and all because that fellow Cathcart turned out such a funk and a bounder.

It's the oddest thing in the world too, that old Cis should have written me to pick up all the news I could about Scarlett Trent and send it to you.

Why, he's within a few feet of me at this moment, and I've been seeing him continually ever since I came here.