“No,” and she broke open the envelope. At first she read it seriously, then burst out laughing.
“What is it?” asked Brightcoat eagerly, who, having long ago got over the seriousness of vanity, could enjoy a joke.
“Oh, this letter! It’s been written in a kind of rhyme, and I’m sure I don’t know what it means. It seems utter nonsense.”
“If it’s not very private, and you read it aloud, I might be able to help you,” the frog replied courteously.
“Well, listen. There is no address. It begins:
“‘The road of Life
Is the path to my wife.
Its struggles and turmoils ended—
Horses so white they dazzle the sun,
A car of dazzling glory spun,