"That's so. Well, say, 'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Geary, both.'"
So Marjorie began:
"'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Geary Both:
"'This is a bread-and-butter letter—— '"
"I tell you, Mops, they won't like it. They're not up in social doings, and they won't understand that bread and butter means all the things. I think you ought to put 'em all in."
"Well, I will then. How's this?
"'—and a turnip letter, and a boiled-beef letter, and a baked-apple letter, and a soft-boiled egg letter.'"
"That's better. It may not sound like the fashionable people write, but it will please them. Now thank them for taking care of you."
"'I thank you a whole heap for being so good to me, and speaking kindly to me in the railroad train, when I wasn't so very polite to you.'"
"Weren't you, Mops?"
"No; I squeezed away from him, 'cause I thought he was rough and rude."