This morning she did not come. I called up her address; she had left there. Nothing was known of her.
If you ever write to her again—! And since you, without visible means of support, are so fond of sending cheques to everybody, why not send one to me! Am I to go on defending you for nothing?
Your obedient counsel and turtle,
BENJAMIN DOOLITTLE.
BEVERLEY SANDS TO BEN DOOLITTLE
May 28, 1912.
DEAR BEN:
What have you done, what have you done, what have you done! That green child turned loose in New York, not knowing a soul and not having a cent! Suppose anything happens to her—how shall I feel then! Of course, you meant well, but my dear fellow, wasn't it a terrible, an inhuman thing to do! Just imagine—but then you can't imagine, can't imagine, can't imagine!
BEVERLEY.
BENJAMIN DOOLITTLE TO BEVERLEY SANDS