Peace negotiations had just ended this afternoon, and Sandy had made a
dignified exit, when the Hon. Cyrus Wykoff was announced. Two enemies in
the course of an hour are really too much!
The Hon. Cy was awfully impressed with the new dining room, especially
when he heard that Betsy had put on those rabbits with her own
lily-white hands. Stenciling rabbits on walls, he allows, is a fitting
pursuit for a woman, but an executive position like mine is a trifle out
of her sphere. He thinks it would be far wiser if Mr. Pendleton did not
give me such free scope in the spending of his money.
While we were still contemplating Betsy's mural flight, an awful crash
came from the pantry, and we found Gladiola Murphy weeping among the
ruins of five yellow plates. It is sufficiently shattering to my nerves
to hear these crashes when I am alone, but it is peculiarly shattering
when receiving a call from an unsympathetic trustee.
I shall cherish that set of dishes to the best of my ability, but if you
wish to see your gift in all its uncracked beauty, I should advise you
to hurry North, and visit the John Grier Home without delay.
Yours as ever,