Remember me to your sister, and believe me to be with true
regard,
Yours, JANE A. BANGS.
"Dear me, is that her name?" cried Clover. "I always supposed she was
baptized 'Miss Jane.' It never occurred to me that she had any other
title. What appropriate initials! How she used to J.A.B. with us!"
"Now, Clovy, that's not kind. It's a very nice note indeed, and I am
touched by it. It's a beautiful compliment to say that the man ought to be
happy who has got me, I think. I never supposed that Miss Jane could pay a
compliment."
"Or make a joke! That touch about the scissors is really jocose,--for Miss
Jane. Rose Red will shriek over the letter and that particularly rigid
pincushion. They are both of them so exactly like her. Dear me! only one
letter left. Who is that from, Katy? How fast one does eat up one's
pleasures!"
"But you had a letter yourself. Surely papa said so. What was that? You
haven't read it to us."
"No, for it contains a secret which you are not to hear just yet," replied
Clover. "Brides mustn't ask questions. Go on with yours."
"Mine is from Louisa Agnew,--quite a long one, too. It's an age since we
heard from her, you know."
ASHBURN, April 24.
DEAR KATY,--Your delightful letter and invitation came day
before yesterday, and thank you for both. There is nothing in
the world that would please me better than to come to your
wedding if it were possible, but it simply isn't.
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