fore, Greg was the first one down to breakfast next morning. Our postman always brings the mail just before the end of breakfast, and we can hear him click the gate as he comes in. This morning Jerry and Greg dashed for the mail together, and Greg squeezed through where Jerry thought he could n't and got there first. When they came back, Jerry was saying:
"Let me have it, won't you; it'll take you all day!" and dodging his arm over Greg's shoulder.
"Messrs. Christopher, Gerald, and Gregory Holford; 17 Luke Street," Greg read slowly. Then he tripped over the threshold and floundered on to me, flourishing the big envelope and shouting:
"It's funny paper, and it's funny writing, and I know it's from The Bottle!"
"My stars!" said Jerry, with a final snatch.