Jones." "That will do very well," said my mother.

"It's not too long, at the same time it says what you want to say." I wasn't altogether pleased with it myself, but allowed the maid to take it up to the school, with instructions to wait for an answer.
In due time she returned with a missive from Miss Steele.
"My dear Jones,--To-morrow as usual.

Yours truly, M.

Steele." I am sure no model letter-writer ever said as much in as few words.
This little correspondence cleared the air for the time.

No reference was made to it when I turned up as usual the next day; but from the way I worked, and the way she taught, it was evident we had both had a shake.
My next relapse was even more serious.