P.S. Does Mr. Fulton look like his pictures? You know I've got one. F.
P.S. again. Maggie Duff, for pity's sake, never, never tell that man that I ever went into mourning for him and put flowers before his picture. I'd be mortified to death!
"Bless her heart!" With a smile Mr. Fulton folded the letter and handed it back to Miss Maggie.
Tips, opportunities to make money：お金を稼ぐためにオンライン文房具店を開く？"I didn't feel that I was betraying confidences—under the circumstances," murmured Miss Maggie.
Tips, opportunities to make money：私はpsのお金をオンラインにするでしょうか"And there was a good deal in the letter that I DID want you to see," added Miss Maggie.
"Hm-m; the congratulations, for one thing, of course," twinkled the man. "Poor Maggie!"
Tips, opportunities to make money：インターネット上でお金を稼ぐための最良の方法"I wanted you to see how really, in the end, that money was not doing so much harm, after all," asserted Miss Maggie, with some dignity, shaking her head at him reprovingly. "I thought you'd be GLAD, sir!"
"I am glad. I'm so glad that, when I come to make my will now, I shouldn't wonder if I remembered them all again—a little—that is, if I have anything left to will," he teased shamelessly. "Oh, by the way, that makes me think. I've just been putting up a monument to John Smith."
"Stanley!" Miss Maggie's voice carried genuine shocked distress.
"But, my dear Maggie, something was due the man," maintained Fulton, reaching for a small flat parcel near him and placing it in Miss Maggie's hands.
"But—oh, Stanley, how could you?" she shivered, her eyes on the words the millionaire had penciled on the brown paper covering of the parcel.
Sacred to the memory of John Smith.
"Open it," directed the man.