Marjorie Thomas says there are many new flowers out, and
that she and my little ones have hardly touched the creek since you
left us.
With kind regards,
Your very sincere friend,
HONORIA CARRUTHERS.
Coristine came home jaded on Wednesday evening. The day had been hot,
and in the absence of all the other principals, the work had been heavy.
He had interested himself, also, in lady typewriters since his return,
and had compelled some to take a much-needed holiday. Four unopened
letters from Bridesdale were in his pocket, which he had saved for after
dinner. At that meal, the young men of Mrs. Marsh's grown-up family
rallied him on his lack of appetite and general depression. He had not
made a pun for four days running, a thing unprecedented. Dinner over, he
slipped away to his rooms, lit a pipe, and read the letters, the
contents of two of which, three including the Squire's formal one, are
already known. Another, in a fine clerkly hand, was from Mr. Errol.
_My Dear Mr.
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