"I say, Nora, that woman's wearing rather a smart coat."
THE EAVESDROPPER.
It may not be generally known that, on very still nights, in the small hours, when there are no taxis rushing past and no late revellers returning home, it is possible, by leaning against a pillar-box and placing one's ear close to the opening, to hear the letters converse. Provided, of course, that one has a pure soul, as I have. Otherwise there is no sound.
Chancing to be out late the other night in a very quiet neighbourhood, I suddenly noticed a pillar-box and was reminded that I had a letter to post. I dropped it in and held my breath as I listened.
"Here's another!" said a voice. "Who are you, pray?"
"I'm an acceptance with thanks," said my letter.
"What do you accept?" another voice asked.