A business letter, it appears, to be attended to accordingly. Now for the third--a delicate little envelope of satin paper, blue wax, and the seal "semper eadem." {"semper eadem" = always the same (Latin)} "MY SWEET MISS ELINOR:-- "When shall we see you at Bloomingdale? You are quite too cruel, to disappoint us so often; we really do not deserve such shabby treatment. Here is the month of June, with its roses, and strawberries, and ten thousand other sweets, and among them you must positively allow us to hope for a visit from our very dear friends at Wyllys-Roof. Should your venerable grandpapa, or my excellent friend, Miss Wyllys be unhappily detained at home, as you feared, do not let that be the means of depriving us of your visit. I need not say that William would be only too happy to drive you to Bloomingdale, at any time you might choose; but if that plan, HIS plan, should frighten your propriety, I shall be proud to take charge of you myself. Anne is not only pining for your visit, but very tired of answering a dozen times a day, her brother's questions, 'When shall we see Miss Wyllys?'--'Is Miss Wyllys never coming?' "I do not think, my sweet young friend, that you can have the heart to disappoint us any longer--and, therefore, I shall certainly look for one of your charming little notes, written in an amiable, complying mood. "Anne sends her very best love; William begs to be very PARTICULARLY remembered to Miss Elinor Wyllys. "With a thousand kind messages to your grandfather and Miss Wyllys, I remain as ever, my dear young friend, "Yours, most devotedly and partially, "ARABELLA HUNTER." {"Bloomingdale" = a fashionable and still rural area of Manhattan Island, though technically part of New York City} Elinor read this note with a doubtful smile, which seemed to say she was half-amused, half-provoked by it. Throwing it carelessly on the sofa, she opened the fourth letter; it was in a childish hand. "MY DEAR MISS WYLLYS:--