"I suppose I must play the humbug."
"Yes, do. She'll see through you all right, though."
"Oh, I say," said Francesca, "there's a P.S. to her letter. She says she's saved two pounds out of her sugar ration, and she's sending it to us as a Christmas present. Isn't she an old topper?"
"Yes," I said, "I forgive her everything. Is two pounds a lot?"
"It's generally supposed to be just two pounds," said Francesca. R. C. L.
THE VENGEANCE.
I never liked the man at Number Nine,
But now my breast is bursting with its wrongs,
For when we had a few old friends to dine