Augusta proceeded to affix it to the letter, which she then gave to Nancy.
“It is private,” she said; “don’t for the life of you show it to any one. And now be off; put wings to your feet, or you will lose the half-past ten clearance.”
“But it is to one of the Asprays,” said Nancy, taking up the letter and looking at it, and then putting it down again.
“Well, and what of that?” asked Augusta, turning very red, and looking extremely angry.
“Oh! nothing, of course; only you heard what Uncle Peter said this morning.”
“Certainly I did; I am not deaf.”
“And after hearing what he said, ought you to write to them?” stammered Nancy.
“What a silly child you are! Have I not told them we are to keep out of their way in the future? How comfortable we should feel if they were haunting our woods and we could not talk to them! Now, as I have explained matters, I suppose you will post the letter.”
“I don’t know; I don’t think it is quite right. Can’t you post it yourself?”
“I can’t, and won’t. There are things I could tell about you. I could give you an uncommonly hot time. You had better be off. Drop that letter into the pillar-box and you will be worried by no more Asprays. Refuse to drop it in and you will have a pleasant time in the future.”