my blessing and a small check to help towards your
trousseau.--Yours affectionately, Jno. Wm. Foster.'"

"That," said I, "is the best up to now."

"Yes, it's 500," said she, smiling. "Here's old Lady M.'s."

"Whose?" I exclaimed.

"Archie's mother's, you know. 'My dear Dorothea (as I suppose I
must call you now)--Archibald has informed us of his engagement,
and I and the girls (there are five girls, Mr. Carter) hasten to
welcome his bride. I am sure Archie will make his wife very
happy. He is rather particular (like his dear father), but he
has a good heart, and is not fidgety about his meals. Of course
we shall be delighted to move out of The Towers at once. I hope
we shall see a great deal of you soon. Archie is full of your
praises, and we thoroughly trust his taste. Archie--' It's all
about Archie, you see."

"Naturally," said I.

"Well, I don't know. I suppose I count a little, too. Oh, look
here. Here's Cousin Fred's, but he's always so silly. I shan't
read you his."

"O, just a bit of it," I pleaded.

"Well, here's one bit. 'I suppose I can't murder him, so I must
wish him joy. All I can say is, Dolly, that he's the luckiest