"IT'S THE POSTSCRIPT."

North Otago Times, 27 December 1907, Page 1 (Supplement)

"IT'S THE POSTSCRIPT."

Every letter received in a certain home for girls is opened and read_ aloud by the girl to whom it is addressed, in tho presence of Hie superintendent, a pretty young lady of good birth and breeding who has voluntarily assumed her arduous duties through a sincere desire for tho welfare of her sex.

As a rule, the girls are only too happy to road their letters to her, mill it rarely happens that they wish to keep back their contents. A short tiniq ago, however, as a rosycltceked damsel neni'cd the end 01' her letter from a young man of her acquaintance, she blushed vividly, and tried to hide the sheet of notepaper under her apron.

"It's the postscript I daren't read to you,' miss," she confessed, when reminded that she was violating the, rules. "Jim is such a forward young man."

"Then allow me, dear," said the superintendent, and she gently took the letter from the girl's fingers, and read aloud with ever-deepening colour, the postscript, which the bold, bad Jim had written :

"That little superintendent of yours is a peach," he concluded. "Is she walking out with anybody yet ? If not, edge in a word or two for me, I've thrown Liz over,"