My very dear friend Susan Potterman is sending her son Cornelius—
Skippy frowned and looked up incredulously.
"Is your name really Cornelius?"
Potterman flushed like the rose and said with a gulp:
"Yes, sir, it is."
"Too bad, too bad."
son Cornelius to Lawrenceville. Please do everything you can to make him at home and see that he meets the best boys. His mother and sister will go on with him and I want you particularly to be very nice to them.
Affectionately,
Aunt Carrie.
Skippy having read this twice, looked in the envelope to make sure that a five dollar bill was not enclosed, as all aunts should remember to do, and transferred his gaze to the fidgeting Hippo.
"H'm, first time at boarding school?"