Gordon has made honorable amends to my children. His bag of peanuts is
here, made of burlap and three feet high.
Do you remember the dessert of peanuts and maple sugar they used to
give us at college? We turned up our noses, but ate. I am instituting it
here, and I assure you we don't turn up our noses. It is a pleasure to
feed children who have graduated from a course of Mrs. Lippett; they are
pathetically grateful for small blessings.
You can't complain that this letter is too short.
Yours,
On the verge of writer's cramp,
S. McB.