"When last Lucy wrote, she said they were coming up this month."
"Have you heard from her again, since Monday week?" enquired Rhoda.
"No. We write alternate Sundays, you know. We always have. Last Sunday it was my turn."
"Fancy going on all these years so regular," said Rhoda. "I couldn't, not to any of my cousins. I should use up all there was to say."
"Oh, but there are quite new things every fortnight," Peter explained.
Certainly it wasn't easy to picture Rhoda corresponding with any of the Johnson relatives once a fortnight.
"I expect you and she have heaps to tell each other always when you meet," said Rhoda, a little plaintive note in her weak voice.
Peter considered.
"Not so much to tell exactly as to talk about. Yes, there's lots to say.... She's coming to see you, Rhoda, directly they come up to town. It's so funny to think you and she have never met."
"Is it? Well, I don't know. I've not met any of your cousins really, have I?"