"Give my love to Alma, and tell little Harold that I'll bring him something that the Indians made.
"Good-bye old chap. I'll write from Ephraim, so if you don't hear from me, you'll know that they have stolen me for a 'Mormon' harem on account of my good looks!
[Right-justify] "Yours faithfully,
[Right-justify] "George Cadman."
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[Right-justify] "Ephraim, June 15, 1919.
"Dear Will:—Guess you're wondering? Well old chap, I've had some strange experiences.
"My Ephraim friend and his family (wife and eight children) have treated me royally. What I haven't seen, wouldn't be worth seeing. There's a little girl of twelve, that is the most captivating piece of femininity you can imagine. She's a bunch of happiness, merry to impertinence at times, but with all so religious. She is saving her pennies to go on a mission to convert such as you and I (so she frankly declares) to 'Mormonism.'
"I took such a fancy to the youngster, and she to me, that everywhere I went, she has been by my side.
"Two days ago, she and I went for a ride in her father's machine and some youngster ran us down. Some accident! and my little companion got all the bruises and cuts, while I escaped. She wants no doctor but myself, and as she must stay in bed a few days, I'm prolonging my visit until she is well. I'm sitting by her bed-side now.