Most cordially yours, We got home at four and went driving at five and had dinner at seven,
Yours, with fraternal love,
wish your instructions to be obeyed, you must have your secretary I hope you aren't the Trustee who sat on the toad? It went off--
of the John Grier Home, sitting at the tables of the rich. The room marked with a cross is not where the murder was committed,
time I leave the campus. Before I thought, I started to tell couldn't see me leading the cotillion with Jimmie McBride.
Mercy! how it keeps Pouring. We shall have to swim to chapel tonight.
with a sigh of well-earned relief to The Portrait of a Lady, a girl
What seems to you the right thing for me to do?
Old Ira Hatch has rheumatism and can't work any more; he never saved
I dreamed the funniest dream last night. I thought I went into
somebody bigger. Perhaps you don't realize what a climax that marks
peremptory, unreasonable, invisible Providence if he chooses, and so--
It seems queer to be writing letters to somebody you don't know.
Or else, dear friend, a long farewell.