I appeal confidently to your kindness, for I don't forget that you kissed me at parting.
Your grateful friend (if you will let her be your friend), "MARY GERMAINE."
We are rather impulsive people in the United States, and we decide on long journeys by sea or land without making the slightest fuss about it.
My wife and I looked at each other when we had read Mrs. Germaine's letter.
"London is dull," I remarked, and waited to see what came of it.
My wife read my remark the right way directly.
"Suppose we try Naples?" she said.
That is all.
Permit us to wish you good-by.
We are off to Naples.