"I know another lady who has difficulty in that direction," said Mr.
Maynard, smiling.
"Yes, but Glad is different. She can spell the spelling-book stickers, 'embarrassed,' and 'cleemosynary,' and such words, 'cause she studies them; and then she'll misspell simple every-day words. Now, you see."
Mr. Maynard smiled a little as he read the letter.
Los Angeles, Cal.
DEAR MARJORIE:
We are having a lovely time. We have not found a house yet, but are staying at the hotel till we do find one to suite us, I like it here very much. I miss you very much, dear Marjorie. There are lovely people in the hotel, and we go for walks to pick flowers. The flowers here are beautiful. Now I must close. With lots of love and kisses, your
LOVING GLADYS.
"Between you and me and the post, Midget, I don't think that's a very interesting letter, do you?"
"No, Father, I don't. I thought Glad would write more as she talks. She doesn't talk a bit like that, when we're together."
"I know it, Mops, I've heard her. But some people never can write as they talk. As soon as they get a pen between their fingers, their brain seems to freeze up, and break off in little, cold, hard sentences. Now, what sort of a letter do you write?"