This is a dreadfully long letter and
very badly expressed, I know, but I dare not read it through. But what
I have written is written from my heart.
Hermione.
P.S. I shall be in Englewood three whole days.
"Will strawberry jam an' angel cake an' a bunch or so o' water cress be
enough, Mr. Geoffrey?"
Ravenslee sat staring down at the letter, rubbing his square,
fresh-shaven chin as one very much at a loss.
"'Might have said a little more--just a little more,'" he muttered, his
gaze focussed upon a certain line.
"Will water cress an' angel cake an' a pot o' strawberry jam soot, Mr.
Geoffrey?"
"Now I wonder what the dickens she can mean?" mused Ravenslee.
"She means jest strawberry jam an' angel cake an' water cress, fer
tea--fer your visitors," said Mrs. Trapes, with a patient sigh.
"Visitors!" repeated Ravenslee, glancing up. "Why, yes, they'll be here
about four o'clock."
"An' will water cress an' angel cake an'--"
"Quite enough! Certainly! Admirable!" exclaimed Ravenslee. "But what
beats me," he continued, staring down at the letter again, "is what she
can mean by writing this.
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