full of sun. It is delightful, and I know things are going to turn out just as I wish, for if you wish hard enough they have got to.
You mustn't fret, or else I shall come home and shake you. My hundred dollars will last three months, or I will know the reason why. I think I will advertise, and get Miss Hally to go over the answers with me, and tell me which ones I had better follow up. She knows New York through and through, and if anyone can help me run down my ideal employer she can. I have not swerved from a single requirement: age, amiability, opulence, with an eye on Europe in the spring. She -will not have much for me to do: just notes to write, accounts to keep, friends to receive and excuse her to, reading aloud in the evenings, with a perfectly ridiculous consideration for my strength, because I am long and rather limp and slab-sided, and must be sick; I shall have to overcome her fears for my health before she will consent to take me even on trial, and nothing but something strangely fascinating in me will help me to win the day. The only condition she will make is that I shall pay you a good long visit in May, before we sail. Perhaps she will let me begin it before, if she sees I am homesick, which I shall not be, and you needn't think it. But I suppose the sunset still has that burnished crimson through the orchard and over the lake, and the Ridge woods are all red in it, and the vineyards black — how purple they were with grapes when I left! The chickens have gone to roost in the peach trees, and the guinea-hens are trying to make up their minds to, and you are standing by the gate looking wistfully down to the desolate depot for your runaway girl, and wondering how she is. She is very, very well, mum, and she is coming home with a pocketful of money to pay off that mortgage. But if you stand there at the gate, looking that way, mother, you will break my heart! Go in, this minute, or you will take cold, and then what shall I do? Give my love to all inquiring friends — very nasal love, and not sweeter than you can conscientiously make it. Then the neighbors will know that it is honest. Love to Lizzie, and tell her to be very good to you.
Your affectionate daughter,
Frances.
VI.
From Miss Frances Dennam to Mrs. A. G. Dennam, Lake Ridge.
New York, December 26, 1901.
Dear Mother:
I was disappointed yesterday in not getting that ideal place to send you for a Christmas present. It would have been so nice, that I thought surely I should get it; but you must not lose faith in me, for I confidently expect it this week, and you shall have it on New Year's at the latest. I may have to telegraph it; but you will not mind that. The truth is the day has been so exciting that I did not grieve much for the ideal place, and my disappointment was mostly for you, because I had promised you. I was almost entirely taken up with my chum. Miss Hally, who told me, when we were both in the melting mood of clawing the candies out of each other's stockings, where we had put them the night before, all about herself, and now I will tell you: I forgot to before. She is Miss Custis Hally, and she says her father was always opposed to slavery, and would not go with the rest when Virginia seceded, but just stayed on his plantation and toot no part in the war. Miss Hally came to New York, after he died, and has worked on a newspaper here, ever since. She has got one of the best places now, but I guess it has been a fight. She is only forty, but her hair is as white as snow. She is tall and straight, and beautiful, with a kind of fierceness in her looks, that all breaks up when she speaks of anything she pities, and she has been kinder to me than I could ever tell you, though some day I will try. She has taken my case in hand, and you can count upon getting that place from me on New Year's without fail, for I have begun to have answers to my advertisement already. None of them are just what I wanted, but it is a good deal for some of them to be what I can get. I needn't tell you about them till I have gone over them with Miss Hally. She is going to help me boil them down tonight, and I will start out with the residuum tomorrow, and see which I will take. This sounds rather majestic, but it is not as majestic as it sounds. I have only got two answers that seem honest; the rest are fakes of one kind or another, to get money out of me; I can see that for myself; but I depend upon Miss Hally to advise me about these two. You will soon hear from me, if I have luck, and if I haven't you won't hear so soon.
Your gift and Lizzie's came this morning, a day after the fair, which reopened on account of them. I was afraid you were going to forget me, and when you hadn't, I wished you had. When I think of your using up your poor old eyes on that collar for me, I feel like giving you a good scolding for making me cry. Lizzie's book-mark is beautiful, and when I get to reading aloud to the Unknown Lady that I am going to be companion to, I won't use any other. I shall have the collar on, and she will try to beg them both of me, but of course I will be quite up and down with her. Good-by, you dear ones!
Your loving daughter and sister,
Frances.
VII.
From, Wallace Ardith to A. L. Wibbert, Wottoma.
New York, Dee. 18, 1901.
My dear Lincoln:
I do not want to crowd you with personal intelligence, but I shall not sleep to-night unless I tell someone that I have spent the evening with our old friends, the Ralsons, or rather our young friend, the Ralson.
The people at Lamarque's would no more think of dressing for dinner than the most exclusive club men of Wottoma (if there were any,) but to-night I had the ambition to see how much a poor young man could dine for at the Walhondia and that was why I was all right as to clothes when I wandered into the glittering banquet hall, and found the Ralsons there. I knew they lived at the Walhondia, and I thought I might stumble on them, but when I did, I was able to give a good imitation of never being so much surprised in my life. The old gentleman had me down at their table in less time than I can tell it; and after dinner, before I knew it, he had me at the theatre with himself and America; and then as suddenly, as things happen in dreams, I was there alone with her. She seemed to think it tremendously exciting, being left with me in their box; and she treated her father's abandoning us, on pretense of seeing a man somewhere after the first act, with a severity that slipped from her in one of those fine, large yawps of hers. She said, " O well, we're all Wottoma innocents together, and nobody knows us, anyway, " and I could pass for her cousin, if not her mother or aunt, or some other elderly relative; and I realized that she was referring to the chaperonage that we are always reading about. After that we proceeded to have a good time, though we put up an icy front, that struck a chill to the beholder, whenever we found people looking at us.
They looked at us a good deal, and I didn't wonder, for America is certainly beautiful to look at. Of course that hair of hers excites suspicion, but a woman has only got to behave as if she believed a thing was real herself, and she carries conviction. I could see doubt fade from the opera glasses of the observers at the theatre, and from their eyes at supper afterwards (I blew in about five dollars for a few gilded morsels, when we got back to the hotel), as they settled down to perfect faith in her particular rich mahogany shade of hair and gave themselves up to the joy of her sumptuous bloom and bulk, as something that there could never have been any question about. She was the handsomest girl in the theatre and the handsomest in the supper room, and she did not go halfway down her spine to prove it, as some of the women did. I always did think her red, white and blue gorgeousness the richest type of beauty, even when my taste was more for something dark and fine. We got to talking about my taste at the theatre, after we had gone over the novel and the drama (she is more at home in the drama) and I thought it best to make a few careless inquiries about a Certain Person. The beauteous America corresponds with a Certain Person, but she pretended for my comfort that she had not heard from her for some time. She said she had asked a G. P. to visit her, and she put on ignorance enough
