"Dear, dear! What a pity!"
"But, as usual, I have given myself the honor of stopping at the post-office for your Ladyship's mail."
"Kindly and courteous and thoughtful as ever!" nodded Aunt Cheerful. Lord Chesterfield's cheeks reddened with pleasure.
"There was nothing!" he said regretfully. "Now as to the news"—frowning thoughtfully—"Mrs. Bobbins' twins have the measles."
"Well, now, I am sorry!" exclaimed Aunt Cheerful sympathetically.
"And Grandmother Radcliffe's cow 'pears to be growing more mopey and blue each day. She bellows terrible mournful."
"I can't imagine," mused Aunt Cheerful, "what can be the matter with that poor cow!"
"The strange lady at the hotel went walking to-night in the rain and she's not back yet. Most likely she's gone a-visitin'."
"Hum!" said Aunt Cheerful.