Katharine recklessly tore it open and' drew out four separate
sheets.
"I told you so," she said triumphantly. "And one from Mrs. Adams,
too! Which shall I take first? None of them are very long."
"Begin with Molly," said Jessie, settling herself comfortably to
listen while her sister read,-
"DEAR KATHARINE AND JESSIE,--I haven't any idea who owes the other
a letter, but I am getting so homesick for you that I shall write
to you anyway. It isn't that I have much to say, for it does seem
as if nothing had happened since you left here. I wrote you,
didn't I, that the Langs have all gone abroad for a year? Only
half of us left here, now! I miss Florence, and I rather envy her;
but, after all, my first journey is going to be to Omaha. Jean and
Polly and I are here, just the same as ever, only Jean is getting
dignified and doesn't walk fences, any longer. But you have no
idea how proud we are of Polly. She had the dearest little poem in
the school paper last month; and this month she is to be editor,
the first time a girl has ever done it. She and Alan are writing,
too. They came in and found out what I was doing, so they said
they were each going to put in a note. I don't think it is quite
fair, for I know they will tell you all the news.
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