My dearest darling Edward, What a wonderful
surprise has just greeted me! That sweet partridge,
in that lovely little pear-tree; what an enchanting,
romantic, poetic present! Bless you, and thank you.
Your deeply loving Emily.
Dec. 26
Beloved Edward, The two turtle-doves arrived this
morning, and are cooing away in the pear-tree as I
write. I'm so touched and grateful! With undying
love, as always, Emily.
Dec. 27
My darling Edward, You do think of the most original
presents! Who ever thought of sending anybody three
French hens? Do they really come all the way from France?
It's a pity we have no chicken coops, but I expect we'll
find some. Anyway, thankyou so much; they're lovely.
Your devoted Emily.
Dec. 28
Dearest Edward, What a surprise! Four calling birds arrived
this morning. They are very sweet, even if they do call
rather loudly they make telephoning almost impossible but
I expect they'll calm down when they get used to their new
home. Anyway, I'm very grateful, of course I am.
Love from Emily.
Dec. 29
Dearest Edward, The mailman has just delivered five most
beautiful gold rings, one for each finger, and all fitting
perfectly! A really lovely present! Lovelier, in a way, than
birds, which do take rather a lot of looking after. The four
that arrived yesterday are still making a terrible row, and
I'm afraid none of us got much sleep last night. Mother says
she wants to use the rings to "wring" their necks. Mother has
such a sense of humor. This time she's only joking, I think,
but I do know what she means. Still, I love the rings.
Bless you, Emily.
Dec. 30
Dear Edward, Whatever I expected to find when I opened
the front door this morning, it certainly wasn't six great
geese laying eggs all over the porch. Frankly, I rather
hoped that you had stopped sending me birds. We have no
room for them, and they've already ruined the croquet lawn.
I know you meant well, but let's call a halt, shall we?
Love, Emily.
Dec. 31
Edward, I thought I said no more birds. This morning
I woke up to find no more than seven swans, all trying
to get into our tiny goldfish pond. I'd rather not think
what's happened to the goldfish. The whole house seems to
be full of birds, to say nothing of what they leave behind
them, so please, please, stop! Your Emily.
Jan 1
Frankly, I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight
milkmaids? And their cows! Is this some kind of a joke? If
so, I'm afraid I don't find it very amusing.Emily.
Jan. 2
Look here, Edward, This has gone far enough. You say
you're sending me nine ladies dancing. All I can say is,
judging from the way they dance, they're certainly not
ladies.The village just isn't accustomed to seeing a
regiment of shameless viragos, with nothing on but their
lipstick, cavorting round the green, and it's Mother and I
who get the blame. If you value our friendship, which I do
(less and less), kindly stop this ridiculous behavior at once!
Emily.
Jan 3
As I write this letter, ten disgusting old men are prancing
up and down all over what used to be the garden, before the
geese and the swans and the cows got at it. And several of
them, I have just noticed, are taking inexcusable liberties
with the milkmaids. Meanwhile the neighbors are trying to
have us evicted. I shall never speak to you again. Emily.
Jan 4
This is the last straw! You know I detest bagpipes! The place
has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse,
and a man from the council has just declared it unfit for
habitation. At least Mother has been spared this last outrage;
they took her away yesterday afternoon in an ambulance to a
home for the bewildered. I hope you're satisfied.
Jan. 5
Sir, Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham, instructs me to inform
you that with the arrival on her premises at 7:30 this morning
of the entire percussion section of the Boston Symphony
Orchestra, and several of their friends, she has no course
left open to her but to seek an injunction to prevent you
importuning her further. I am making arrangements for the
return of much assorted livestock.I am, Sir, yours faithfully,
G. Creep Attorney at law.
Author unknown
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