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"This is such a jolly, confidential, gossipy, winsome little letter! Her first 'business letter' she calls it! Alas! when she learns how, a few years later, there will be no charming little confidences; no details of family income and expenditures; no tell tale glimpses of 'mother' and 'Julia.' THIS IS SUCH A JOLLY CONFIDENTIAL GOSSIPY WINSOME LITTLE LETTER HER FIRST BUSINESS LETTER SHE CALLS IT ALAS WHEN SHE LEARNS HOW A FEW YEARS LATER THERE WILL BE NO CHARMING LITTLE CONFIDENCES NO DETAILS OF FAMILY INCOME AND EXPENDITURES NO TELL TALE GLIMPSES OF MOTHER AND JULIA
or years, and the corners of his mouth turned down to increase the look of weariness and discontent. A smile had crept over his face at his old friend Bill Harmon's spelling and penmanship, for a missive of that kind seldom came to the American Consulate. When the second letter postmarked Beulah first struck his eye, he could not imagine why he should have another correspondent in the quaintly named little village. He had read Nancy's letter twice now, and still he sat smoking and dreaming with an occasional glance at the girlish handwriting, or a twinkle of the eye at the re-reading of some particular passage. His own girls were not ready writers, and their mother generally sent their messages for them. Nancy and Kitty did not yet write nearly as well as they talked, but they contrived to express something of their own individuality in their communications, which were free and fluent, though childlike and crude. "What a nice girl this Nancy Carey must be!" thought the American Consul. D NOT BEEN USED FOR YEARS AND THE CORNERS OF HIS MOUTH TURNED DOWN TO INCREASE THE LOOK OF WEARINESS AND DISCONTENT A SMILE HAD CREPT OVER HIS FACE AT HIS OLD FRIEND BILL HARMON'S SPELLING AND PENMANSHIP FOR A MISSIVE OF THAT KIND SELDOM CAME TO THE AMERICAN CONSULATE WHEN THE SECOND LETTER POSTMARK'S BEULAH FIRST STRUCK HIS EYE HE COULD NOT IMAGINE WHY HE SHOULD HAVE ANOTHER CORRESPONDENT IN THE QUAINTLY NAMED LITTLE VILLAGE HE HAD READ NANCY'S LETTER TWICE NOW AND STILL HE SAT SMOKING AND DREAMING WITH AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE AT THE GIRLISH HANDWRITING OR A TWINKLE OF THE EYE AT THE RE READING OF SOME PARTICULAR PASSAGE HIS OWN GIRLS WERE NOT READY WRITERS AND THEIR MOTHER GENERALLY SENT THEIR MESSAGES FOR THEM NANCY AND KITTY DID NOT YET WRITE NEARLY AS WELL AS THEY TALKED BUT THEY CONTRIVED TO EXPRESS SOMETHING OF THEIR OWN INDIVIDUALALITY IN THEIR COMMUNICATIONS WHICH WERE FREE AND FLUENT THOUGH CHILDLIKE AND CRUDE WHAT A NICE GIRL THIS NANCY CAREY MUST BE THOUGHT THE AMERICAN CONSUL
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