‘We started on foot, as it was not at all too hot for a walk; and though we never walk in the city, we have no objection to doing so in the country. Our dulis, white and red, with eight kahars, followed us. When we had walked about a mile, whom should we meet but the postman, with the English letters! I popped the rest of the things into the duli, but read my Laura’s despatch as I walked along the dusty lane. Very many thanks both to you and to dearest Leila. _The_ bonnet has not yet arrived,--I dare say it will be very elegant,--and yet, as well as the bag, owe its chief value to the love sewn up in it. Your lovely tidies ornament my Batala home.