She smoothed out the pages and cleared her throat.
“‘My dear little Bush Nieces’——”
“Oh, dear! does he say that?” asked Eva.
“Yes. ‘My dear little Bush Nieces.’”
“Oh, well! it’s all right, then?—go ahead, Mollie,” cried Eileen. “It sounds well to start with—go ahead and see what else he says.”
And then Mollie read right on—
My Dear Little Bush Nieces,—
Pleasant surprises are the best things in the world, for they wake a person up thoroughly and make him think of people and things that he hasn’t thought of for years, and add a new zest and interest to life; and your letter is one of the most pleasant surprises, if not the very best, I have ever received.
Chorus of “Oh’s!”
I shall be delighted to meet my little unknown bush nieces.
Another chorus of “Oh’s!”