«Some letters just came,» said Adkins. «I thought you might like to glance at them before you go.»
Let us look over his shoulder and read just a few lines of one of them:
My Dear, Dear Husband: Just received your letter ordering us to stay another
month … Rita's cough is almost gone … Johnny has simply gone wild like a
little Indian … Will be the making of both children … work so hard, and I know
that your business can hardly afford to keep us here so long … best man that ever
… you always pretend that you like the city in summer … trout fishing that you
used to be so fond of … and all to keep us well and happy … come to you if it
were not doing the babies so much good … I stood last evening on Chimney Rock
in exactly the same spot where I was when you put the wreath of roses on my head