“Step to your bed at half-past six as I do!
“Are you sure that my picture approved your act?
“I guess it shrugged its shoulders from contempt, the delicious moment of blushing being passed.
“If my picture is so precious, I advise you to alter it to ashes. You will take two spoonfuls of the ashes every morning. I am sure, then, your soul will be saved.
“O my darling, I love you!
“I am your
“Little Jap Girl
“P.S.—This letter was written by my duck-quill. My new invention, you know.
“My handwriting is clumsy enough, I suppose, to sell as high as any ancient author’s autograph.
“Sayonara!”