"My Dear Burr:
Be patient and you will loose the green, Hazelnuts are never soft!
Yours,
The Fellow Who Fell Down Hill with Jill."
Cora read what Ed did not write:
"My Reef:
When stranded I know what to grab--Your larder is ever my rock of
refuge.
Yours, Co-Ed."
Belle and Bess both partook of Paul's note, and as Paul was
acknowledged the artist of them all the double missive was gladly
accepted by the twins--as doubles.
Belle pretended to read:
"Two to one, or two in one,
Double the wish and double the fun."
The merry making that followed this little farce was of too varied a
character to describe. Some of the boys insisted on standing on
their heads while others took up a low mournful dirge that might
have done credit to the days of the red men and wigwams.
Finally, Cora insisted that it was late--disgracefully late--for
campers to have lights burning, and the boys were obliged to leave
for their own quarters. Going out, Jack whispered to Cora:
"Ben told Paul to say to you that under no circumstances were you to
go down to the landing to-morrow. I know he has some good reason
for the warning. The row between Peters and Brentano may not have
ended there," and he kissed her good night. "We have had a jolly
time and to-morrow when I come you must let me see the mysterious
love letter."
Cora promised, and then the lights were turned out.
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