P.S. I trust you won't expect to glean any useful information or statistics about Mexico from these chronicles? The Budders are deep in histories and guidebooks but I know not whether the _Chichimecs_ were people or pottery and I hope I never shall! P.S. II. Cousin Dudley, having just returned from the smoker, reports chatting with a most interesting young civil engineer---- _December 9th._ We are now so late, Sally dear, that we have lost all social standing; we slink into sidings and wait in shame for prompt and proper trains to bustle by. But I don't mind. At this rate I shall be able to converse rippingly in Spanish by the time we reach Guadalajara. Cousin Dudley knows a professor person there who will help us to plan our trip. Spanish is deliciously easy. It seems rather silly to make it a regular study in our schools. I adore the stations, especially at night,--black velvet darkness studded with lanterns and torches and little leaping fires; old blind minstrels whining their ballads; the mournful voices of the sweetmeat venders chanting--"_Dulce de Morelia!_"--"_Cajeta de Celaya!_" These candies, by the way, are the most---- _December 11th._ Alas, _muy_ Sally _mia_, when I meant to add a few paragraphs to this letter diary every day! I was interrupted just there by Cousin Dudley who came in with his civil engineer, and there hasn't seemed to be any spare time since. (How is that for a demonstration of Mr. Burroughs' well-known theory about folding your hands and waiting and having your own come to you?) He is an _extremely_ civil engineer and very easy to look at. He has close-cropped, bronzy brown hair and gentian-blue eyes and his skin is burned to a glowing copper luster. He is just idling about, slaying time during a vacation too brief to warrant his going home to Virginia, and he shows strong symptoms of willingness to act as guide, philosopher and friend to wandering Touri. We are actually going to reach Guadalajara tomorrow! Some one must be giving us a tow. _Adios, muy amiga mia!_ JUANA. P.S. The C.E. is going to hear my Spanish lesson now. P.S. II. Isn't NETZAHUALCOYOTL a cunning word? _Guadalajara, December 12th._ QUERIDA SARITA,