She found the second recital much easier, since she was partially accustomed to the heavy punctuation marks and shaded flourishes. At first, she had connected Winfield with the effusion, but second thought placed the blame where it belonged—at the door of a “Complete Letter Writer.”
“Miss Thorne,” said Hepsey, hesitating.
“Yes?”
“Of course, I'd like my answer to be as good writin' as his'n.”
“Naturally.”
“Where d'you s'pose he got all that lovely grammar?”
“Grammar is a rare gift, Hepsey.”
“Yes'm, 't is so. Miss Thorne, do you guess you could write as good as that?”
“I'd be willing to try,” returned Ruth, with due humility.
Hepsey thought painfully for a few moments. “I'd know jest what I'd better say. Now, last night, I give Joe a hint, as you may say, but I wouldn't want him to think I'd jest been a-waitin' for him.”