_Grant any longer._ _Indeed he hasn't been Dr. Grant for a long time._ _Didn't your father tell you even when he was knighted?_ _But he is now a baronet, and you should write to him as Sir Hector Grant, Bt._ _Not Bart._ _Your uncle dislikes the abbreviation Bart._ _And to me, of course, as Lady Grant, not Mrs. Grant._ _Love from us all,_ _Your affectionate_ _Aunt May._ The few tears that Jasmine let fall upon the blue notepaper were swallowed up in the rivulets of the watermark. Although she was on her way to meet this uncle and aunt and to be received by them as one of the family, she felt more lonely than ever, and hurriedly laying the envelope beside her on the bench, she dipped into the bag for another letter. The Cedars, North End Road, Hampstead, _July 22nd_. _Dear Jasmine,_ _I had intended to write you before on the part of Uncle Eneas and myself to say how shocked we were at the thought of your being left all alone in the world._ _Your Aunt May writes to me that for the present at any rate you will be with her, which will be very nice for you, because the honour which has just been paid to the family by making your Uncle Hector a baronet will naturally entail a certain amount of extra entertaining._ _I am only afraid that after such a merry household The Cedars will seem very dull, but Uncle Eneas has a lot of interesting stories about the Near East, and if you are fond of cats you will have plenty to do._ _We are great cat people, and I shall be glad to have someone with me who is really fond of them, as I hope you are._ _It is quite the country where we live in Hampstead, and the air is most bracing, as no doubt you know._ _I wonder if you ever studied massage?_ _Love from us both,_ _Your affectionate_ _Aunt Cuckoo._