Your special pet, Coley, after reducing poor Mr.Locke to the verge of nervous prostration, has "quit," and though I have sought him in his haunts, and used my very choicest blandishments, he remains obdurate.

To my remonstrances, he finally deigned to reply: "Naw, they ain't none of 'em any good no more; them ducks is too pious for me." I don't know whether you will consider that a compliment or not.

So the Institute and all its people will welcome you with acclaims of delight and sighs of relief.

And some one else whom you adore, and who adores you, will rejoice to see you.

I have begged her from Maimie for a few precious days.