Still, it was better than nothing.
Eugene could be dignified too; she would let everybody see that letter.
"I hope you had a nice letter, Marjorie?" asked Mrs. Carruthers. "You
would like, perhaps, to read what Mr. Coristine has to say to me." Her
niece replied that the letter was quite satisfactory, and the ladies
exchanged documents. That of Mrs. Carruthers read:--
_Dear Mrs. Carruthers_,--Since I left your hospitable mansion I
have been like a boy that has lost his mother, not to speak of the
rest of the family. I look at myself like the poor newsboy, who was
questioned about his parents and friends, and who, to put an end to
the enquiries, answered: "Say, mister, when you seen me, you seen
all there is on us." Please tell Marjorie Thomas, and your own
little ones, that, perhaps, if I am good and am allowed, I may run
up before the end of next month, to see if the fall flowers are
out, and if they have left any crawfish and shiners in the creek.
Will you kindly give the inclosure to Miss Carmichael, with whom,
through my foolishness, I had an awkward misunderstanding that
still troubles me a good deal.
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