* DING DONG *
EUSTACE: Ah, the call of company!
TEDGINALD: Telegram for Eustace Phfippzsch-Person.
Fool; bloated leech; disappointment given arms and legs,
Will pray nightly you be savaged by dingoes. In meantime am sending your father (who carries burden of your shame since you will not) to personally deliver walloping.
Hoping your neck breaks,
Mother
PS. Love to Raymondo
EUSTACE: Oh, hallo Pater!
TEDGINALD: Hallo Eustace, you young scrankler!
