“Yes, let’s do,” said Helen, “and I will make a few extracts for Evelyn. I had a forlorn letter from her today, asking why I did not write and saying that she was starved for news from everybody.”
“She ought to have joined the round robin company.”
“So she says; I will put her name on the list, Betty, and this time I will just tell her the main things. I’ll call it ‘feathers from the round robin’.”
“That is good, Helen, and be sure to give her our special love. Is Percy back?”
“Yes, but Evelyn is interested in one of the wounded boys now, a sort of cousin of hers.”
“The one she was engaged to once?”
“Oh, yes.”
Betty was opening the large envelope and sorting out the letters which had been written by the “assembled company,” as she said. “Shall we glance through each other’s letters?” she asked.
“We know all each other’s news,” reminded Hilary.
“Yes, but we might have said something brilliant, you know,” suggested Eloise. “It would be a pity to miss anything.”