“‘My dear Uncle’—no, we can’t put ‘my,’ because he’s ‘ours,’” said Mollie, crossing out the “my.” “Just—‘Dear Uncle Henry.’”
“He mightn’t like ‘Henry,’” suggested Eva.
“No, he might rather be called Harry,” said Eileen. “Let’s leave his name out.”
“All right. Just ‘Dear Uncle’——”
“He mightn’t know it’s for him if you just put that,” cried Doris, and then they all laughed.
“All right, just ‘Dear Uncle,—You will no doubt be astonished to hear from us’——”
“No, from the five undersigned,” put in Eileen. “It’s more business-like.”
“All right—‘from the five undersigned. No doubt you do not know that you have five little nieces away up in the bush in New South Wales——’”
“Australia,” put in Eva.
“We don’t want Australia,” cried Eileen in disgust. “Yes, ‘New South Wales.’ Go on, Mollie.”