"She just interrupted me by saying, 'I know by the way you look that you are writing about me. Be sure to tell my name—I might meet him on my mission.'
"'How do you spell your last name, Betty?' I asked, ready to obey.
"'E-m-m-i-t,' she said brightly,—then under the covers went her head, and I heard a giggle.
"'What's up now?' I asked.
"Two laughing brown eyes peeked out at me.
"'Put a D before it and it spells what?' she asked.
"'Demmit,' I replied quickly,—and then I wish you could have heard her laugh.
"The country here is beautiful, and the people so full of faith, it seems a different world to gay old New York. I think that if I stayed here long, I would get the fever and attend meetings like the rest of them.
"But all joking aside, it's refreshing to see real homes, real mothers, and merry children. I'll be sorry when I leave this 'Mountain country,' which will be in a few days,—so I'll see you all soon. Love to Alma and Harold.
[Right-justify] "Yours as ever,