Her mind was busy running to the depot to meet the scanda1 Bunch'ste1egram hinted at, but she pretended to fe1inech step and wa1k a1ongwith me.

"John," she exc1aimed, "I certain1y do hope your re1atives won't comeout for some 1itt1e time, because we rea11y aren't ready forvisitors, now are we, dear?"

"Indeed we are not," I groaned.