Robert, who, you remember, had been so contemptuous of the Shakespeare Hotel blankets and sheets, slept a full ten hours; never, indeed, can a Gentleman of Verona have passed a better night; and the others expressed no grief at having to lie in proper beds once more.
When they came down to breakfast the next morning, they found a letter addressed to Mr.KINK'S CHILDREN'S PARTY.
Shakespeare Hotel, Stratford-on-Avon.
Robert looked at it, and threw it down.
"Very offensive," he said.
Mrs.Avory handed it to Janet.
"Whoever can it be from ?" Janet asked, turning it over and over.

"The postmark is Chiswick." "A good way to find out," said Gregory, "is to open it." Janet did so, and read it, laughing.

"It's an attempt at a nasty letter from William," she said.

"He's pretending to be cross because Jack won.
Poor William! Listen: DEAR LITTLE ONES, "I hope you are having a good time in that stuffy caravan, and manage to avoid blisters.

I thought you would like to hear that father has given me leave to go to Sheppey, and stay for three days with Mr.
Fowler, who has promised to take me up in an aeroplane.