"When may I come back for you?"
"The day after to-morrow."
"And what answer shall I give?"
"The day after to-morrow," repeated Fanny.
Here Boltay popped in again.
"Wait a moment, my dear uncle," said Fanny; "I want to write a few lines to Aunt Teresa, which you can take with you."
"All right, though it is a pity to ink your fingers, I think, for I can give her the message all the same, if you tell me what it is."
"Very well, daddy, tell aunty to bring me a ball
of cashmir harras, a yard of pur de laine, or poil-de-chevre——"
Boltay was frightened at all those foreign words.