Our Mother looked at our Father. Our Father looked at our Mother. They
both looked at the letter again.
"My brother Peter's handwriting just as sure as you're born!" said my
Father.
"Of course it's Peter's writing," said our Mother. Her cheeks were quite
pink. "Well of all the unexpected romances--" she said.
"Whose?" I said.
"Tiger Lily's," said my Father. He seemed to be in an awful hurry to say
it.