"May I choose? What fun! Read me the one with the sunburst on it."
He obediently adjusted his monocle, broke the seal, and began:
"'My Dear Son:
"'I cannot, I fear, make my letter so long or so interesting as I could desire, owing to the fact that I am afflicted with a slight lumbago, but I will proceed without further preliminary to set down the few incidents of interest that have occurred since my last writing. Your brother is sorely harassed by affairs in the city, and when here he is in constant altercation with the grooms about exercising your horses. I fear you will find them sadly out of condition upon your return.'"
"I call that a darn shame!" said Bobby, sympathetically, then her hand flew to her mouth as she saw Percival's raised eyebrows.
"There I go again! You see, I've been running around with Andy Black, and nobody ever puts on airs with Andy."
Percival gave a sigh of discouragement, then resumed his reading:
"'We have had few guests at the hall since your departure until yesterday, when who should call but the Duchess of Dare!'" Percival paused, and glanced hurriedly down the page.
"Go on!" commanded Bobby.
"It won't interest you in the slightest."