Mother has been crying. She is afraid, if I go to Europe, I will never come back again.
Father thinks that there is no danger of that.
If I must go across the sea, I would prefer to go—anywhere you like, only take the shortest route and fastest steamer over the water.
Were you ever sick on the ocean?
I am going to organize a society of travellers in the school,—a secret society that will pledge each other never-ending friendship and assistance.
I may need assistance myself in my life. Father thinks I shall.
I am trying to think of a secret for the society. I can think of hardly any thing that the rest of the world do not know.
Hope you are well.
Tommy.
