"Good-by, Bojo," she said softly.
The next moment he was whirled away. When he reached the Court he remembered for the first time his commission and, stopping at the desk, he handed the letter absent-mindedly to Della, saying,
"If you're going out, Della, mail this."
She burst out laughing, with her irresistible Irish smile.
"What are you laughing at?" he said, surprised.
"You're always up to tricks, Mr. Crocker," she said, looking at the inscription.
"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled, and, perceiving the cause of her merriment, he snatched the envelope and glanced at it. It was addressed to him. Covered with confusion he fled up to his room in a fever of anticipation and wild hope.
Dear Bojo:
Forgive me for being a horrid, spiteful little cat. I am sorry but you are very stupid—very! Please forgive me.
Patsie.