She was sitting on the floor in the middle of her room, surrounded by letters and bands of every color ribbon.
"I hope we're not disturbing you?" Polly said, rather taken aback at the sight of her. She couldn't quite understand all the letters, but she had her suspicions.
Betty found a place to sit, or rather perch, on the bed.
"Playing postoffice?" she asked with a grin.
But Fanny refused to be teased. She continued to sort out her letters, while she explained their presence.
"You see," she began dreamily, "these here notes are all from my boy friends; some of them are three years old."
"The friends?" queried Lois.
"No, stupid, the letters," Betty said hastily in an aside. "Yes, go on," she encouraged Fanny.
"And every now and then I like to read them over; some of them are awfully sweet, especially Jack's."
"Who's Jack?" her listeners demanded in chorus.