"No. He lives in Germany, and hasn't been home for seven or eight years."
"How queer. Isn't he ever coming?"
"I hope he is. I wrote to him not long ago."
"Why, don't you write to him every little while?"
"No, I haven't been doing it, but I am going to now," she said, then, as a sudden thought struck her, she exclaimed: "Oh, dear, I am afraid I can't."
"Because I used Miss Dorothy's typewriter at home. I don't write very well with a pen and ink, you know, though I can do better than I did."
"Oh, I expect you do well enough," said Patty consolingly, "and if you don't, dad has a typewriter, and maybe he will let you use that, and if he won't I know Roy will let you write with his. It is only a little one, but it will do."
"I think you are very kind," said Marian. "Is Roy your brother?"
"My second brother; his name is Royal. Frank is the oldest one and Bert the youngest of the three. There are six of us, you know; three girls and three boys. First Dolly and Emily, then the boys and then me."