Oh what a scandal you have described, Pearl!  Angry voices, runaway dogs, secret notes posted from the Yukon Territory.  What's next?  A mob of snarly villagers descending on The Lanterns with pitchforks and torches?  Best to keep your regal profile out of sight while this settles down.  Oh, and Schubert, too.  If word gets out that he's a pen pal of the rogue companion dog, well, mischief may ensue.  Say, why not take this time for a visit here?  Our old friends Pansy and Clover have just arrived and are staying in the music wing.  Remember how they used to ride up and down the neighborhood on their scooters from Sears and Roebuck?  You charmed them into letting us try the silly contraptions but it ended rather messily when neither one of us could figure out how to apply the brakes in time to avoid that collision with the Suffragettes Bike Club.  I can hardly remember that day now. Can you?

I Remain As Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue