THE CAPTAIN FINDS HIS OWN
Chicken Little climbed the hill of sleep painfully that night, and slept late the following morning in consequence. While she was eating breakfast, Frank came in with two tear-stained, dusty letters, which he had found in the bottom of the buggy.
“Is this the way you treat your correspondence, Sis?”
“The idea–it’s Ernest’s and Katy’s letters and I never read them. Sherm’s trouble drove them clear out of my mind.”
“Evidently, one is torn part way open, and the other hasn’t been touched.”
“Hurry up and tell us what Ernest has to say. I was wondering why he hadn’t written.” Mrs. Morton paused expectantly.
374“He says a lot of things,” replied Jane, skimming rapidly through the letter. “He says they are going to start on their summer cruise next week and the boys are tickled to death to go, though they’re probably just going to cruise around to Navy yards and see dry docks and improving things. He says that it’s rumored that Superintendent Balch is going away and Old Rodgers is coming back as superintendent. And this year’s class graduated three Japs–the Japanese government sent them over. He gives the names, but I can’t pronounce them. One is I-n-o-u-y-e.”
“Skip the Japs and give us the rest.” Frank was waiting to hear the news.