Ah! Now there’s something I’d forgotten!
“P. S. I will remember what you’ve ordered—”
(No, that sounds rather nasty; rather too like Manner B. Cross it out.)
—“what you—wish”? No! “What you suggest about my being pleased to see you on Saturday.
“N.”
As a matter of fact—I shan’t write it, as it might possibly give a wrong impression!—but I really shall be quite pleased to see Billy Waters again. And now to find his young sister, and send her off to the post with what she, in her innocence, imagines to be a return love-letter!
CHAPTER XXII
THE WOODEN WOMAN
If a girl were the least bit inclined to fall in love with Billy Waters—and I see now that some girls might be; though not, of course, any girl of my type, capable of this kind of frank friendship that puts anything else out of the question!—well, if she were, she’d find it much easier to complete the process here at Porth Cariad than anywhere else that I can imagine him.