MY DEAR RECREANT LAGGARD: If you are not too busy playing Sir Lancelot to fair dames in distress, or splintering lances with the doughty husbands of these same ladies, I pray you deign to allow your servant to feast her eyes upon her lord’s face. Hopefully and gratefully yours, VIRGINIA.
P. S.—Have you forgotten, sir, that I have not seen you since that terrible blizzard and your dreadful imprisonment in Fort Salvation?
P. P. S.—I have seen somebody else, though. She’s a dear, and full of your praises. I hardly blame you.
V.
She thought that ought to bring him soon, and it did.
“I’ve been busy night and day,” he apologized when they met.
Virginia gave him a broadside demurely.
“I suppose your social duties do take up a good deal of your time.”
“My social duties? Oh, I see!” He laughed appreciation of her hit. Evidently through her visit she knew a good deal more than he had expected. Since he had nothing to hide from her except his feelings, this did not displease him. “My duties in that line have been confined to one formal call.”
She sympathized with him elaborately. “Calls of that sort do bore men so. I’ll not forget the first time you called on me.”