Molly wrote a nice little letter to her mother. To her brother she said:

  DEAR BERTIE,

  I think you are beasts to have let me in for this. You might have thought of me. I shall not forgive you till the sun is just going down, and I would not then, only it is so wrong not to. I wish _you_ had been named Maria, and had to stay here instead of me.

  'Your broken-hearted sister,

  'MOLLY CARRUTHERS.'