'Never mind,' cried little Pen, 'there would have been somebody to think of _me_, who would have him hanged' (great applause from the uncles).

'But _you_ would still be dead,' said Robert remorselessly.

'Well, I don't tare for _that_.

It was a beautiful place to die in--close to the sea.' So you will please to observe that, in spite of being Italians and wearing curls, we can fight to the death on occasion....
Write to me, and say how you both are.

Robert's love.