DEAR McDONALD,--I do not feel pleased at your returning to me
the money and giving me your own copy of the book. I feel mean over
it. But what can one do with a man who deliberately takes off his own
coat to cover his friend during a nine minutes' drive? I shall remember
the _feeling_ of that coat--warmth of friendship must also have been
electrical in it--until I die.
Affectionately and somewhat reproachfully,--in haste,