“My mother said while you were here you would soon come to understand about it, but I can’t help complimenting you on the retentiveness of your memory. I don’t think you have forgotten anything I said, but certainly you haven’t forgot about the hen laying her egg. “What a joke?” nor my kitten either. “Teazled ought to have been spelt Teazed. Teazling is part of the operation fine tweeds undergo in the finishing process after being woven. “Teazed is an opening out of the wool. “That is the only error and probably a printer’s one, so that your facts are perfectly correct, the prices of your wool are not my quotations. “Sutherlandshire wools always get a higher price in the wool markets than any other work. Wools under 9d. per lb. are of no great value. “I have been very successful in this Exhibition, sold out, some orders, three prizes, for our own goods; woven the goods of seven others (crofters), who have also obtained prizes. In the green wincy 1st prize, the Black second; the travelling-rugs 1st prize, the shepherd’s plaid commended. “Again thanking you for your kindness “I am, “Dear Madam, “Your humble and obedient Servant, “A. P.” If the weaver’s letter was pleasant, the following reversed the shield. I have not often received abusive letters; but here is an example at random: “PUTNEY. “MADAM, “I have read your article on ‘Beauty’ in _The Daily Mail_ of to-day’s date, regarding your idea of tall, slight figures (which _you_ describe as being leggy, lanky, etc.). I consider you a fool and an idiot and certainly _low-bred_. You are evidently coarse and fat yourself, therefore you do not understand refined breed. Kindly insert this in your next article on ‘Beauty.’ “A JUDGE OF REFINEMENT.” Possibly my correspondent would claim that her judicial merits in the matter of refinement extended to language. A total stranger sent me the following—among epistolary curiosities—dated from a well-known ladies’ club: “DEAR MRS. TWEEDIE, “I am doing a most unusual thing and I fear you will at once say—impertinent! but please don’t. You travel so tremendously, each of your works I seem to like better than the other. I suppose you always have a maid with you? or a companion? If only you would take me with you (I would pay my own expenses) on one of your fascinating journeys. I am just consumed with a desire to travel in unfrequented country and would do anything if only I could go with you sometime. Please do not consider me a most rude and forward girl.” Being struck with this letter, I sent for the girl. She came; tall, dark, handsome, and a lady. It appeared that she was not happy at home, but had means of her own. She had been abroad with friends, who invariably stayed in large hotels, all alike and all uninteresting, whilst she wanted to see something of the real life of the foreign lands she visited.