I told her she'd better
send one to you girls, for a curiosity, but she said they were so
heavy that she couldn't afford to pay postage on them.
"Did you know Poll and I are taking Latin lessons together of
Professor Smythe? We go to him twice a week, and have been at it a
month, now. We're racing each other as hard as we can. First she
asks for a longer lesson, just to tease me, then I return the
compliment, and neither of us will give in, so it keeps us
studying all the time, mostly. We don't care much, for nothing
seems to be happening, this year. We must have used up all the
fun, last winter. You and Jessie are gone, Florence is gone,
Bridget is gone, Aunt Jane is going, and the rest of us will
follow her pretty soon, unless Molly gives up trying to cook.
"By the way, Miss Bean--Polly says I shan't tell, but I'm going
to--asked Mrs. Adams, the other day, how she made that oyster
broth she had for first course, the day Polly gave her dinner. She
thought the lumps were oysters.
"That's all for this time.
"ALAN O. HAPGOOD."
"P.S. I entirely forgot to send my love to Jessie."
"Saucy boy!" exclaimed Jessie, laughing.
"Isn't he an imp?" said Katharine, as she folded the letter.
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