September 6th.
_Dear Daddy_,
Your letter didn’t come in time (I am pleased to say). If you wish
your instructions to be obeyed, you must have your secretary
transmit them in less than two weeks. As you observe, I am here,
and have been for five days.
The woods are fine, and so is the camp, and so is the weather, and
so are the McBrides, and so is the whole world. I’m very happy!
There’s Jimmie calling for me to come canoeing. Good-by--sorry to
have disobeyed, but why are you so persistent about not wanting me
to play a little? When I’ve worked all summer I deserve two weeks.
You are awfully dog-in-the-mangerish.
However--I love you still, Daddy, in spite of all your faults.