I've an empty evening ahead, so I'll settle to some further gossip with
you.
You remember the peanuts that Gordon Hallock sent? Well, I was so
gracious when I thanked him that it incited him to fresh effort. He
apparently went into a toy shop, and placed himself unreservedly in the
hands of an enterprising clerk. Yesterday two husky expressmen deposited
in our front hall a crate full of expensive furry animals built to be
consumed by the children of the rich. They are not exactly what I should
have purchased had I been the one to disburse such a fortune, but my
babies find them very huggable. The chicks are now taking to bed with
them lions and elephants and bears and giraffes. I don't know what the
psychological effect will be. Do you suppose when they grow up they will
all join the circus?
Oh, dear me, here is Miss Snaith, coming to pay a social call.
Good-by.