It was from a cousin of mine, whose letters always bore me to desperation.

Now, say all the mean things to me that you like.

I'm resigned," invited Emma, closing her eyes and folding her hands across her breast.
"I'm not going to scold you, Emma," declared Grace, laughing a little.
"I wonder who this can be from?
The postmark is almost obliterated.
However, I'll soon see." "Do you want me to go on about my business ?" was Emma's pointed question.
"Certainly not.

Pardon me while I read this.

Then I'll walk to the Hall with you.