Your papa and mamma asked me to go for a sail with them, but I had
to go to town. Now, my little love, be very kind and nice to
everybody, and above all to your dear cousins, big and little, and
when I come up and hear how good you have been, we will fish in the
creek on week days and sing some of those pretty hymns on Sunday.
Do you ever go to see my poor sick friend Wilks? I think he would
like to see a little girl some times. Try him with a bonbon and
with the poetry under the pictures of flowers in your new book.
Give my love to all the kind friends, and keep a great lot for your
dear little self.
From your own EUGENE.
"Where is the book?" asked Marjorie, when the letter was read to her by
the lady whom she had written so slightingly of. Miss Carmichael looked
over her own mail matter, and found a large flat volume addressed Miss
Marjorie Carmichael, while the other packages bore simply Miss
Carmichael. She opened it up, and found the book demanded. The lawyer
had been so full of the name that he had written it mechanically,
instead of Miss Marjorie Thomas.
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