I see Auntie's fine Italian hand in this! You wait till your father gets home, I'll learn you to sass back! Tell Mrs. Lancaster that it's an imitation and came in a box of lemon drops, and put it on this instant! The more you wear the better, this cold weather!
I've got the bulliest terrier ever, from George. Show him to you next week. PETER.
Frowning thoughtfully, her eyes still on the scribbled half-sheet, Susan sat down at her desk, and reached for paper and pen. She wrote readily, and sent the letter out at once by the office boy.
DEAR PETER:
Please don't make any more fuss about the pin. I can't accept it, and that's all there is to it. The candy was quite enough--I thought you were going to send me books. Hadn't you better change your mind and send me a book? As ever,
S. B.
To which Peter, after a week's interval, answered briefly:
DEAR SUSAN:
This fuss about the pin gives me a pain. I gave a dozen gifts handsomer than that, and nobody else seems to be kicking.
Be a good girl, and Love the Giver. PETER.
This ended the correspondence. Susan put the pin away in the back of her bureau-drawer, and tried not to think about the matter.