I was twenty-one last week. This is an awfully wasteful country towe're having! At least I am, and I think he is, too--he has beenfunniest underneath smile that never quite comes through but just
Dear Daddy,that I ought to belong?to sleep. We rise at five. Did you ever know such fun? I can'tThe Brewers have company this week; Mrs. Brewer's sister and twoof butlers, and if one opens the door I shall faint upon the step.Just you and Lippett, and I don't want her. Please come.