"Oh!" She gave a gleeful chuckle as she recognized a dear, familiar script.

"It's from Emma, good old friend." The chuckle continued as she perused the flowery salutation: "MOST GRACIOUS AND ESTIMABLE GRACE: "Having made a triumphal return to the humble habitation of the Deans, of whom I am which, I now derive a most excruciating pleasure in taking up my sadly neglected pen to inform you that I am well and hope you are the same.

By this time you are no doubt mourning me as hopelessly lost in the wilds of darkest Deanery.
Such is not the case.

Though I have wandered disconsolately about my childhood haunts and camped out despondently under the fruitful pear-tree in our back yard, which, so far as I can remember, has never boasted of a single solitary pear, I am by no means lost.

In fact, I am really beginning to feel quite at home.