That's part of Crayshaw's last; it's a parody of one of those American fogies.

Dear father, you will let me come home, won't you; because I do assure you I shall get in with the greatest ease, even if I'm not coached for a day more.

A great many fellows here haven't a tutor at all .-- I remain, your affectionate son, "A.J.

Mortimer.
"P.S .-- Will you tell Gladys that my three puppies, which she says are growing nicely, are not, on any account, to be given away; and will you say that Swan is not to drown them, or do anything with them, till I've chosen one, and then he may sell the others.

And I hope my nails and screws and my tools have not been meddled with.