So far all was in order. Then the conductress came round.
"Tuppenny," I murmured. "Albemarle Road."
"What's your town?" she asked, taking a pencil from behind her ear.
"Town? It's Albemarle Road I want."
"But what town do you choose for Post?" she asked. "You've all got to have a town, you know. Don't make it too long. Hurry up! I've got to write you all down, and it's time to begin."
"Pontresina," I gasped wildly. That seemed to be the only town I had ever heard of.
"And you, Sir?" she was asking the old gentleman.
"Macclesfield," he said very decidedly.
The elderly relative was fidgeting to say hers. I could have guessed it would be St. Ives.
The conductress made her way from one end to the other.