P.S. 1.—I was weighed yesterday. I weigh quite a lot of pounds.
P.S. 2.—Come to-morrow at four, and I will show you my toes.
MARGERY'S SOCK
CHAPTER I
When Margery was three months old I wrote a letter to her mother:
"DEAR MADAM,—If you have a copy in Class D at 1s. 10d. net, I shall be glad to hear from you. I am, THE BABY'S UNCLE"
On Tuesday I got an answer by the morning post:
"DEAR SIR,—In reply to yours: How dare you insult my child? She is in Class A1, priceless, and bought in by the owner. Four months old and two days on Christmas Day. Fancy! I am,
"THE BABY'S MOTHER"