"What did you do with it?"
"I—I tore it up."
"Was it unpleasant?"
"No, but as I had answered it,—I didn't need to keep it."
"What was in it? Tell me,—in a general way."
"Oh,—it said—he hoped I was well,—and he—he hoped you were well,—and—"
"And he hoped Patty was well! and he hoped the baby was well,—yes,—and after those polite hopes, what else did he say?"
"Why,—why, I don't know,—I guess that was about all."
"Oh, it was! Why didn't he tell you something about himself? What he was doing,—or going to do?"
"I don't know. Papa isn't very much of a letter writer."