“I don’t post them”—shamefacedly.
“Oh, they are to an imaginary friend,” said Mrs. Benjamin, seizing an idea.
Isabelle nodded.
“That’s delightful. I used to have an imaginary companion, too. Is thine a girl?”
“No.”
Mrs. Benjamin ignored Isabelle’s uncommunicativeness.
“Why wouldn’t that be a good idea for the theme class, Isabelle? ‘Letters to an imaginary chum’?”
“Mine isn’t a chum.”
“Would thee care to tell me?”