"Good now; that saves me the trouble of asking ye which is Mr. Robert Templeton. No, no," he added, as Templeton held out his hand. "Ye’ll sign the bit o’ paper first. Just there, with my pencil, an ’ee please; ’twon’t rub out, and I’ve got to think of my fame in the land; forty year in the service and no complaints, I don’t care who the man is." Templeton signed the green-tinted receipt slip; the postman handed over the letter, bade them good morning, and shambled away. "From my aunt," remarked Templeton as he cut open the envelope. "My prophetic soul!" exclaimed Eves. "How much, Bob?" Templeton flourished a ten-pound note, but made no reply until he had read through the accompanying letter, which he then handed to Eves with the remark, "She’s a good old sort." "Wasn’t it Solomon said, ’Go to the aunts’?" said Eves. A broad smile spread over his face as he read the letter, which ran as follows: "MY DEAR NEPHEW, "I am really _sorry_ that we shall not be able to spend the holidays together this year, as we have often done so _delightfully_ in the past, but I feel that I am only doing _what is right_. It is _so important_ in these terrible times that everybody should practise the _strictest economy_ in food; and every one must do what he (_or she_) can for our dear country; and I have every hope that by going about the villages in my caravan, as I told you in my last, and delivering simple lectures on the greens and other public places, I may persuade the dear people, _especially the mothers_, that it is not _really necessary_ to health to have _both_ bacon _and_ eggs for breakfast _every_ morning. If you were a little older and more experienced I am sure that you would be able _and willing_ to give me _very great_ assistance; but after your _arduous labours_ at school I feel you need complete rest from brain work, and you will get that nowhere so well as with _dear_ Mr. and Mrs. Trenchard. To make up for your disappointment in being deprived of our usual simple pleasures I send you a little pocket-money, which I am sure you will spend _wisely_. I _hope and believe_ that you will not indulge in luxuries; we all of us owe it to our _King and country_ to eat as little as we can. You will find that _barley water and onions fried in margarine_ make an excellent light breakfast; will you tell Mrs. Trenchard that, _with my love_? In the course of my tour I hope to reach Polstead before your holidays come to an end. I will give you good notice, and rely on you to ensure me a _large audience_. "Your affectionate aunt, "CAROLINE TEMPLETON." "Excellent Aunt Caroline!" exclaimed Eves. "But your ’arduous work,’ Bobby. My hat!" "I work jolly hard."