"I'm glad you agree with me; but here is the considerate."
And turning the leaf, he read—
"I SAY, OLD FELLOW:
"May your course in life be serene and happy; and may your friends be as numerous and devoted as the flies and mosquitos in the Eastern Range.
"Your friend, till death,
"—— ——."
"The fact is," said Ralph, in explanation, "that this is probably the finest wish in the book."
"Were there many flies?" said Fanny,
"Myriads!"
"And mosquitos?"