NOT THE SPELLING.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 37, 13 September 1890, Page 20

NOT THE SPELLING.

A solid young man, who had been wiiting a letter with a pencil, got up from his seat in the railway station for a stroll around, leaving his unfinished letter on the seat. A man came in. took the seat to wait for his train, and in an absent way picked up the missive. He held it in his hands when the young man returned and said : ‘ That’s my letter, mister.’ ‘ Well, you can have it,' was the reply. ‘ Did you read it ?’ ‘ No—o. That is I glanced over a few lines of it and noticed that hardly a word was spelled correctly.’ ‘ It is a letter to my girl.' ‘Yes.’ ‘ Girl I’m going to marry.’ ‘ Yes.’ ‘ And I don’t care a cocked hat about the spelling. What I want to impress on that girl is luv, I —u —v, and lots of it, for there’s sixty acres of land and a sawmill behind her.’