P.S. Jimmie and Gordon are both going to be up there. How I wish you
could join us! A husband is very discommoding.
CAMP McBRIDE,
July 29.
Dear Judy:
This is to tell you that the mountains are higher than usual, the woods
greener, and the lake bluer.
People seem late about coming up this year. The Harrimans' camp is the
only other one at our end of the lake that is open. The clubhouse is
very scantily supplied with dancing men, but we have as house guest an
obliging young politician who likes to dance, so I am not discommoded by
the general scarcity.
The affairs of the nation and the rearing of orphans are alike delegated
to the background while we paddle about among the lily pads of this
delectable lake. I look forward with reluctance to 7:56 next Monday
morning, when I turn my back on the mountains. The awful thing about a
vacation is that the moment it begins your happiness is already clouded
by its approaching end.
I hear a voice on the veranda asking if Sallie is to be found within or
without.