Ethel was silent a long while. Then she said, “Will you come back to our house after I have told mother the whole thing? She misses you a lot, says she never had anyone do her work so well as you did it, and she has been in a terrible temper ever since you left.”
“I don’t know,” I answered slowly. I had been very deeply hurt and my foolish pride was still on its hind legs.
“Will you please come?” pleaded Ethel, slipping out of her chair and putting her arms around me. “We can have such good times after your work hours. Please, for my sake, I want you. You’re the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met!”
Old Mr. Pride and I had a final round and we came out with me sitting on his head. “I’ll come back,” I said, slipping my arm around Ethel.
So you see, Katherine, adventure isn’t dead, not by any means, even if you do have to take it along with your bread and butter.
Loads of love from your stenographic friend, Sadie Shorthander, once upon a time your
Sahwah.
KATHERINE TO THE WINNEBAGOS
April 8, 19—.
Dearest Winnies:
Daggers and dirks! Did I say it was dull out here? Deluded mortal! For the past week it’s been so strenuous that I have seriously considered moving to Bedlam for a rest. If I’m not gray by the time I’m thirty it’ll be because I’m bald.