looks a little tipsy. We had a Frenchman working here the other day, and Asia called his name so funnily that I will tell you about it. His name was Germain: first she called him Jerry, but we laughed at her, and she changed it to Jeremiah; but ridicule was the result, so it became Mr. Germany; but ridicule having been again resumed, it became Garrymon, which it has remained ever since. I do not write often, I am so busy; but I think of you often, and sympathize with you, and sincerely hope you get on as well as can be expected without me.—Your affectionate grandson,
"Thomas Buckminster Bangs."
"P.S.—If you come across any postage-stamps, remember me.
"N.B.—Love to all, and a great deal to Aunt Almira. Does she make any nice plum-cakes now?
"P.S.—Mrs. Bhaer sends her respects.
"P.S:—And so would Mr. B. if he knew I was in act to write.
"N.B.—Father is going to give me a watch on my birthday. I am glad, as at present I have no means of telling time, and am often late at school.
"P.S.—I hope to see you soon. Don't you wish to send for me? T. B. B"
As each postscript was received with a fresh laugh from the boys, by the time he came to the sixth and last, Tommy was so exhausted that he was glad to sit down and wipe his ruddy face.
"I hope the dear old lady will live through it," said Mr. Bhaer, under cover of the noise.
