Babbal Singh was in tears when he opened the door for his wife. 

”I have been insulted,” he sobbed. ”Your mother insulted me.” 

”My mother,” she exclaimed. ”But she is a hundred miles away.” 

”I know, but a letter came for you this morning and I opened it.” 

She looked stern. ”I see, but where does the insult come in?” 

”IN THE POSTSCRIPT,” said Babbal Singh. 

”IT SAID ’DEAR Babbal Singh, PLEASE, DON’T FORGET TO GIVE THIS 

LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER.’”