Well, I won't do it any more, and that will spare Fan one affliction.

Poor dear, how I must have worried her all this time, and never guessed it.

She has n't been quite as kind as ever; but when she got sharp, I fancied it was dyspepsia.

Oh, me! I wish the other trouble could be cured as easily as this." Here puss showed an amiable desire to forgive and forget, and Polly took her up, saying aloud: "Puttel, when missis abuses you, play it 's dyspepsia, and don't bear malice, because it 's a very trying disease, my dear." Then, going back to her thoughts, she rambled on again; "If he does n't take that hint, I will give him a stronger one, for I will not have matters come to a crisis, though I can't deny that my wicked vanity strongly tempts me to try and 'bag a bird' just for the excitement and credit of the thing.

Polly, I 'm ashamed of you! What would your blessed mother say to hear such expressions from you?
I 'd write and tell her all the worry, only it would n't do any good, and would only trouble her.