'Have you?' said Charley. 'What is it? Why did you not show it me before?'
'Why, we were talking of dear Gertrude,' said Katie; 'and it is not so pleasant but that it will keep. What paper do you think it is?'
'What paper? how on earth can I tell?—show it me.'
'No; but do guess, Charley; and then mamma will read it—pray guess now.'
'Oh, bother, I can't guess. The Literary Censor, I suppose—I know they have turned against me.'
'No, it's not that,' said Linda; 'guess again.'
'The Guardian Angel,' said Charley.
'No—that angel has not taken you under his wings as yet,' said Katie.
'I know it's not the Times,' said Charley, 'for I have seen that.'
'O no,' said Katie, seriously; 'if it was anything of that sort, we would not keep you in suspense.'