"It was a sad omission not to have written again before this. Can't you write now--before we set out this morning?"
"It is not so pressing. To-morrow will do. You see they leave town to-day. I must write to Dover. They will be there till Monday."
"Shall I write for you, dear--if it teases you?"
Gwendolen did not speak immediately, but after sipping her coffee, answered brusquely, "Oh no, let it be; I will write to-morrow." Then, feeling a touch of compunction, she looked up and said with playful tenderness, "Dear, old, beautiful mamma!"

"It was a sad omission not to have answered their invitation before this. Can't you write this morning?"
"It is not so pressing. Tomorrow will do. They leave town today; I will write to Dover. They will be there till Monday."
"Shall I write for you, dear - if it teases you?"
Gwendolen did not speak immediately, but after sipping her coffee, answered brusquely, "No, I will write tomorrow." Then, feeling compunction, she said with playful tenderness, "Dear, old, beautiful mamma!"
