"An invitation to dinner," said my letter, with a touch of swank.
"Pooh!" said the other. "Only that."
"It's at a house in Kensington," said my letter rather haughtily.
"Well, I'm an acceptance of an invitation to a dance at a duchess's," was the reply, and my poor letter said no more.
Then all the others began to chatter,
"I contain news of a death," said one.
"I bring news of a legacy," said another.
"I demand the payment of a debt," said a sharp metallic voice.
"I decline an offer of marriage," said a fourth, rather wistfully.
"I've got a cheque inside," said a fifth with a swagger.