Posty

"‘He is popping in and out—and popping every moment closer to us. Postmen cover the ground quickly; I must say that for them. There he pops out again! He is only two pops away from us now, mother,’ to a lady who sat at work within. ‘Aren’t you excited, mother? I tell you the posty is only two—now he is only one away!—he will be here immediately’—the syllables died from the speaker’s tongue—‘he—he—O Muriel, he is actually coming!’"