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 “Because you have something on your mind. You have not laughed once.“

He broke into a gruesome laugh. “I am quite jolly,” said he.

“Oh, no, you are not. And why did you write me such a dreadfully stiff letter?”

“There now," he cried, “I was sure it was stiff. I said it was absurdly stiff."

“Then why write it?"

"It wasn’t my own composition.”

“Whose then? Your aunt’s?”

"Oh, no. It was a person of the name of Slattery.”

“Goodness! Who is he?”

"I knew it would come out, I felt that it would. You've heard of Slattery the author?”

“Never.”

“He is wonderful at expressing himself. He wrote a book called ‘The Secret Solved; or, Letter-writing Made Easy.’ It gives you models of all sorts of letters.“

Ida burst out laughing. “So you actually copied one.”

“It was to invite a young lady to a picnic, but I set to work and soon got it changed so that it would do very well. Slattery seems never to have asked any one to ride a tandem. But when I had written it, it seemed so dreadfully stiff that I had to put a little beginning and end of my own, which seemed to brighten it up a good deal."