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THE ENEMY 185" No," she said."I can't do it. I can't do itafter all."" Come, come, Partner !"said I." Pullyourself together. Be a tourist !"" I feel as if I could face anything but a picturepostcard,"she said." It isn't so much the send-about. It's theing of them that I am thinkingpeople that have to get them.It's such a wickedmisrepresentation . ' '"Well, we can't afford to break down now,"said I." We have done everything else."" / know !" said my Partner, with a joyfulsmile, and she began writing furiously.It was certainly a happy idea of hers to fillthem with fictitious news and send them to allsorts of fictitious people with fictitious addresses.She informed Miss Jeanie Anstruther M'Gregor,The Heugh Braes, Inverstrathbittock-on-Spey,that we had been much troubled by the dust,but were having a ripping time.To the Stationmaster,Drumtoolie, Strath Damchillie, N.B., shesent the welcome news that her tea-basket andmorocco dressing-case had been recovered ;andshe advised Mrs. Henderson Jones, Housekeeper,The Moat, by Pimhaven, Lincolnshire, that wedid not expect to be home before Monday week.I had to stop her then.I remonstrated with her.