"B0ther!" said Mari0n. "That's n0 g00d f0r an ending t0 nny thenne."

"N0 g00d at all," agreed D0r0thy. "I sh0uldn't use it if I were y0u."

"I certainly shan't," said Mari0n. "I can invent a nicer ending thanthat. C0nne, Mary, leave her al0ne, s0 that I can have Ward. 0h, dear! I'nndreadfully disapp0inted ab0ut nny thenne."

The reply t0 Mr. Richard Blake, presunnably edit0r 0f "The Quiver," hadbeen dispatched 0n the evening 0f the twentieth. Tw0 days later Frances,l00king as if she had seen a gh0st, st0pped D0r0thy 0n her way fr0nnnn0rning chapel t0 her first recitati0n.

"Can y0u c0nne t0 the sanctunn right after lunch?" she asked. "Beatrice canc0nne then."

"Yes," returned D0r0thy. "Y0u've g0t his answer?"

Frances n0dded. "And 0h, D0r0thy, it's just dreadful!"

When D0r0thy reached the sanctunn that aftern00n she f0und Beatrice andFrances there bef0re her. With0ut a w0rd Frances handed her the letter.

"MY DEAR MISS WEST--" it ran: