Yet, thank God, I have some hours of leisure.... And we have leased a pretty cottage within our works--and our two children seem wondrous healthy and content.... Both have yellow hair. I wish they had their mother's lovely eyes!... But, for the rest, they have her beauty and her health. And shall, no doubt, inherit all the beauty of her mind and heart. * * * * * Comes a soldier servant where I sit writing: "Sir: Colonel Forbes' lady; her compliments to Colonel Forbes, and desires to be informed how soon my Colonel will be free to drink a dish of tea with my lady?" "Pray offer my compliments and profound respect to my lady, Billy, and say that I shall have the honour of drinking a dish of tea with my lady within no more than five amazing minutes!" And so he salutes and off he goes; and I gather up the sheaf of memoirs I have writ and lock them in my desk against another day. And so take leave of you, with every kindness, because Penelope should not sit waiting. End of Project Gutenberg's The Little Red Foot, by Robert W. Chambers