“How? when? where?”
“I wrote the letter last night.”
“Oh,” said Alice, with a sigh of relief. “Will you just be so kind as to let me have that letter?” added she, reaching out her hand.
“It is already mailed.”
“Mailed!” shouted Alice, springing to her feet.
“Yes. I took it to the post-office myself before breakfast.”
CHAPTER LXV.
In those days, before the mail-delivery system had been introduced, we had to send to the post-office for our letters.
If we were in love, we went in person, of course.
“Where are you going?” called out Alice across the street.