Hearing a slight tap-tapping at her cabin door, Miss Sara Belle Fontaine gathers a gassamer shawl of silk about her pearly shoulders, checks her artfully mussed hair in the mirror, then sashays over and opens it a crack.

Ye-ayz, what iz it, dahlin'? What, the Captain has invited meah to his cabin tonight foah dinnah? Why, certainly, please infoahm dear, dear Capt'n Catspaugh theyaht Ah would be deelighted to join him. Wahyt now, wil theyah be anuhone else in attendanz? My daddy, ya'll know, Judge Henry Fontaine dowahn in Batohn Rooj? Well, Ah am shoah he woodnt had me travlin on any boat unless he was shoah the captain of thet boat was a gentleman, so...well, oh, go ahead, cutie, Tell Capt. Catspaugh, Ah shall be theyah.

Now, oh, do wait just a minute, puhleez...is that Mr. LeeJ still aboahd? Kindly give him this note and carhd for me, there a halfpenney foah yoah trouble. That's a good boy now.

As Miz Fontaine closes the door, the cabin boy walks away, furtively prying open the envelope to read what she has written to Robert E. Leej...

"Dear Sir", it read, "I am sure you are mistaken in your thinking that we had met so many years ago. Why I am hardly become a woman just in these past two years or so. Perhaps you are thinking of my Aunt Kitty-Kat O'Hara, from over by Atlanta?

Irregardless, I would ask that you be a gentleman, kind sir, and honour my request that you cease to cast any aspersions upon myself as to my experience or my maturity. Should we chance to meet aboard, again, perhaps we may put this unpleasantness behind us and seek to enjoy the leisurely tour of the great Waters.

Yours in all Sincerity and Respect for your Position,

Miss Sara Belle Fontaine
Baton Rouge, Louisianna