The case which I have in my mind was a particularly hard one, because the withdrawal order was for the whole amount of her banking account. And when she found that after all it was not necessary for her to close her account, it was only natural that she should think that if she did not use her withdrawal order, the money would still remain to her credit in the bank—and so it would have been if the postmaster of the country office had been an honest man; but, unfortunately for the girl, he was not. By means of the withdrawal order he succeeded in getting hold of her money and appropriating it to his own use. Therefore, my dear Dorothy, despise not the warning of Your affectionate cousin, BOB BRIEFLESS. THREE GIRL-CHUMS, AND THEIR LIFE IN LONDON ROOMS. BY FLORENCE SOPHIE DAVSON. CHAPTER VI. AFFORDS SOME ENTERTAINMENT. “Here is a letter from Basil, Jennie,” said Marion, as they settled down to work after dinner. “It came the first thing this morning, but you went away without noticing it.” “Thank you,” said Jennie, with great dignity, “I saw the letter quite well, but I know better than to open an epistle from a school-boy brother on the first of April before twelve o’clock. If he thinks he is going to play his tricks on me, he is vastly mistaken. You see I have waited until the witching hour of half-past seven, so the joke turns against himself now. I wonder the masters at Oundle don’t keep him better employed.” Marion suggested that it was more than probable that this letter, if its contents were as Jane suggested, had not been submitted to the masters for their perusal. She added further that perhaps the weight of advancing years was having a sobering effect on his unruly spirits, and that possibly the letter was only an ordinary one after all. “Open it, Jennie,” said Ada. “Brace yourself up for the effort, and don’t keep us any longer in suspense.” So Jane opened it. The others watched her face, and laughed heartily as they saw her expression of triumphant indignation as she read her mischievous brother’s letter. “I knew what it would be,” she exclaimed. “It is not a letter at all! Just a set of nonsense rules for housekeepers.” “Read it out,” laughed Marion. But now Jane was laughing herself too much to do so. So Marion took up the paper and began. “‘RULES FOR THE GUIDANCE OF YOUNG HOUSEKEEPERS. “‘Rule 1. If you wish to chop suet but have no chopper, go to the coal-cellar and take the coal-hammer. A good housewife will always do this.’” “The idea!” cried Jane. “He once heard me reading out the notes I had made on a demonstration to working women that one of the teachers at the cookery school gave to the students. She was always telling us how to contrive cleverly, but she certainly never said that!” Marion continued:—