DEAR MR. MONTROSE: Thank you so much for that lovely philopena present. How charming of you to have thought of _that_! Won’t you take dinner with us next Thursday, at half after eight, and let me thank you in person? After dinner you may dance the cotillon with Miss Fairfax. There! is not that an inducement? I have a cousin whom I want you to meet, too--she is just returning to America and is very learned, and not quite your style, I fear, but she will doubtless be good for you after _me_! Most cordially yours, ELEANOR MORRISON. _Miss Eleanor Morrison to Wayne Claghart, Esq., Twenty-third Street, New York City._ SATURDAY, November 19th. DEAR MR. CLAGHART: Do you remember your promise to run down to Baltimore? Well, I shall expect you to keep it next Thursday. We are to have a little dinner and a dance afterward (perhaps I should say a dinner and a little dance--no, the adjective belongs to both), and I shall certainly expect you to be on hand. Your fame has preceded you, of course, and a great many very nice young women are simply existing on the thought of meeting Mr. Wayne Claghart, the artist! Shall I reserve the very prettiest and nicest of them all to dance the cotillon with you? Hoping to see you without fail, Very sincerely yours, ELEANOR MORRISON. _Miss Margaret Morrison to Mr. Jeré Fairfax, Washington, D. C._ November 19th. DEAR JERRY: Eleanor has a dinner on for next Thursday, and we want you to throw over all your numerous engagements for that evening and come to us. Do, Jerry--and favor me a lot--I forgot to say there was a german afterward--and be generally nice to your débutante, Margot. As an inducement I will say that we’ve got a jolly surprise for you. Eleanor don’t want me to tell, but I’m going to. Our cousin, Helen Hammersley, is coming to spend the winter with us--it’s for her the dinner is being given--and mamma and Eleanor are in despair about her. I don’t believe she’s half bad, but they say she’s awfully ugly, and too smart to be nice. I suppose she is awfully erudite--is that the word? Wears specs, and dresses like everything, I suppose. Wonder if she ever danced the german--she can have a sprained ankle if she don’t know how. As ever, MARGARET. _Telegram--Miss Grace Fairfax to Miss Eleanor Morrison, Baltimore._ WASHINGTON, November 20th. Delighted to come. Charmed to lead with R. Have two new figures. Order little French flags for one set favors. GRACE. _Telegram--Miss Grace Fairfax to Miss Eleanor Morrison._ WASHINGTON, November 22d. Terrible attack tonsillitis. Doctor says positively cannot go. GRACE. _Miss Eleanor Morrison to Miss Marie de Rochemont, Charles Street._