Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93. August 6, 1887

you know, you never put any stamp on that letter to Wurra-Gurra? I saw it was in your handwriting.

Mrs. Quiverful. Dear, dear me! how careless--and my boy expecting to hear as usual! So you couldn't send it?

Miss G. Oh, yes, it was sent--I thought you wouldn't like to miss the Mail.

Mrs. Q. But he'll have to pay double at his end--he'll think I grudge the expense, poor boy!

Miss G. (timidly). I--I thought you'd rather it went stamped, so I--I took the liberty of stamping it myself.

Mrs. Q. Did you? Then you're a darling, and I don't care what unkind things Mr. Punch chooses to say about you--there!

Mr. Punch (in background). If they were all like her, he would never have said any unkind things at all, Madam. O si sic omnes!

Mrs. Q. (in some alarm). A--quite so, I'm sure. What a very singular person! [Scene closes in.

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