There was a letter, too, from Reggie. I opened it with my hatpin, and,
oh! I think if I could have pierced Reggie instead of that letter just
then I would have liked to do it.
“DARLING GIRLIE:
I met your sister Ada on the street, and she tells me you are doing
awfully well in Boston with your painting. I hope, however, you are
not forgetting your old sweetheart. Ada tells me you are coming
home this summer. Darling, I shall try to arrange to go to Boston,
and we will come back to Montreal together. I am longing for the
moment when I can hold my own little Marion in my arms again, and
tell her how much I love her.
Everything’s going my way lately, and you’ll see me a Q. C. before
many years have passed.
Your own,