Carin, when I see you, if I ever do, I will tell you more about the ball. It was simply grand.
But don’t you just wish we were riding up old Mount Tennyson side by side, with the crickets singing in the grass, and the saddles going creak-creak?
Carin, I believe I’m going to cry again.
Good-bye,
Azalea.
P. S. There, I told you! See that blob? That was the first tear. Keefe O’Connor writes me stately letters. He says he is glad I have come into friends and fortune. What does he mean by that? Is he going to drop me? Carin, he is. He’s that kind of a horrid person who can’t forgive one for prosperity. They’ll stand by you in adversity but not in prosperity. I’d just as soon be cut for one as the other, every bit, wouldn’t you?
A. McB. No, I mean A. K.
CHAPTER VII
GETTING SETTLED
Mallowbanks, December 10th.
Carin, my love: