"Oh, I don't think I should dare to let you read these letters," interrupted Alice, laughing. "No doubt they are from two of my lady friends, and I have always heard that men consider letters that women write to each other very silly and childish."
"Perhaps I have not told you," said Quincy, "that I have two sisters and am used to that sort of thing. When I was in college hardly a day passed that I did not get a letter from one or the other of them, and they brightened up my life immensely."
"What are their names and how old are they?" asked Alice.
"The elder," replied Quincy, "is nineteen and her name is Florence Estelle."
"What a sweet name!" said Alice.
"The younger is between fifteen and sixteen, and is named Maude Gertrude."
"Is she as dignified as her name?" asked Alice.
"Far from it," remarked Quincy. "She would be a tomboy if she had an opportunity. Mother and father call them Florence and Maude, for they both abhor nicknames, but among ourselves they are known as Flossie, or Stell, and Gertie."
"What was your nickname?" asked Alice.