Dear Pearl,

The silliest thing, dear!  Fanny and the Montclair twins - Sammy and John John - started a terrible ruckus on the Tube yesterday.  The three of them had hatched a plan to smuggle the kittens Fronzie gave them into the Montclair's greenhouse just down the block from us. There, they thought, the kittens would live a sun-filled life among the Philodendrons and Boston ferns.  They each stashed two kittens under their jackets and made it all the way to Kensington Station before one peeked out of John John's collar and frightened a large woman standing next to him.  Her shrieks set in motion pure pandemonium!  The three children, their oblivious kittens, and a sympathetic passenger eventually arrived at my front door.  Melba was at the theater, but I had Louise make hot chocolates and tea for us and we had a very delightful afternoon.  We have decided to keep the kittens here as mousers.  The twins and Fanny have pledged to love them and take care of them for as long as they live and no matter where they go to school and marry, etc.  I'm quite sure the relationship will not, in fact, last that long, but it is quite invigorating to see their youthful passion and sincerity.  It remains to name the six little felines.  Any suggestions, dear?

I Remain as Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue