I shouldn't be a bit surprised to find myself an old lady, some day, still thinking of you--while you'd be away and away with somebody else perhaps, and me forgotten ages ago! "Lucy Morgan," you'd say, when you saw my obituary.
"Lucy Morgan?
Let me see: I seem to remember the name.

Didn't I know some Lucy Morgan or other, once upon a time ?" Then you'd shake your big white head and stroke your long white beard--you'd have such a distinguished long white beard! and you'd say, 'No.

I don't seem to remember any Lucy Morgan; I wonder what made me think I did ?' And poor me! I'd be deep in the ground, wondering if you'd heard about it and what you were saying! Good-bye for to-day.

Don't work too hard--dear! George immediately seized pen and paper, plaintively but vigorously requesting Lucy not to imagine him with a beard, distinguished or otherwise, even in the extremities of age.

Then, after inscribing his protest in the matter of this visioned beard, he concluded his missive in a tone mollified to tenderness, and proceeded to read a letter from his mother which had reached him simultaneously with Lucy's.