'My dear Granddaughter,--The
alliance' (I rather like it's being called an alliance, Mr.
Carter. It sounds like the Royal Family, doesn't it?) 'you are
about to contract is in all respects a suitable one. I send you
my blessing and a small check to help towards your
trousseau.--Yours affectionately, Jno. Wm. Foster.'"
"That," said I, "is the best up to now."
"Yes, it's 500," said she, smiling. "Here's old Lady M.'s."
"Whose?" I exclaimed.
"Archie's mother's, you know. 'My dear Dorothea (as I suppose I
must call you now)--Archibald has informed us of his engagement,
and I and the girls (there are five girls, Mr. Carter) hasten to
welcome his bride. I am sure Archie will make his wife very
happy. He is rather particular (like his dear father), but he
has a good heart, and is not fidgety about his meals. Of course
we shall be delighted to move out of The Towers at once. I hope
we shall see a great deal of you soon. Archie is full of your
praises, and we thoroughly trust his taste. Archie--' It's all
about Archie, you see."
"Naturally," said I.
"Well, I don't know. I suppose I count a little, too. Oh, look
here. Here's Cousin Fred's, but he's always so silly. I shan't
read you his."
"O, just a bit of it," I pleaded.
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