"Yes, and I'll send you a big box of them as soon as I get there. They'll keep all right, 'cause mother received a box the other day, and they were as fresh as fresh."
"And you'll write to me, Glad, won't you?" said Marjorie, a little wistfully.
"'Course I will! I'll write every week, and you write every week. What day do you choose?"
"Monday; that comes first."
"All right. You write to me every Monday, and I'll write to you every
Thursday."
"You can't answer a Monday letter on Thursday," put in Gladys's brother
Dick; "it takes five or six days for a letter to go."
"Well, I'll write the Monday after you go," said Marjorie, "and then you answer it as soon as you get it; then I'll answer yours as soon as I get it, and so on."
"All right, I will. And I'll write you a letter while I'm on the train, travelling. Of course we'll be five or six days getting there ourselves."
"So you will. Oh, Gladys, California is awful far away!"
"Yes, isn't it! But, Mops, maybe you can come out there and visit me some time."