There were letters from twelve 'Materfamiliases,' I know, because the editor had to put numbers to them, and four 'Paterfamiliases,' and 'An Anxious Widower,' and 'A Minister,' and three 'M.D.'s.' But the most awful letter was from 'A Student of Human Nature,' and it ended up that every girl of fifteen was a murderess at heart.

If I can only lay my hand on that number---- but I've lent it to so many people, and there was a capital paper pattern in it too, of the _jupon a l'Imperatrice_, ready pricked." At this point Uncle Buller literally exploded from the room.

Aunt Theresa said something about draughts, but I think even Mrs.St.John must have been aware that it was the Major who banged the door.
I was sitting on the footstool by the fire-place making a night-dress for my doll.

My work had been suspended by horror at Mrs.St.John's revelations, and Major Buller's exit gave an additional shock in which I lost my favourite needle, a dear little stumpy one, with a very fine point and a very big eye, easy to thread, and delightful to use.
When Mrs.St.John went away Major Buller came back.
"I am sorry I banged the door, my dear," said he kindly, "but whatever the tempers of girls may be made of at fifteen, mine is by no means perfect, I regret to say, at fifty; and I _cannot_ stand that woman.

My dear Theresa, let me implore you to put all this trash out of your head and get proper medical advice for the child at once.