Good-night to you all, ESTHER. Dear Father, don't worry, I'm going to get a stove. VIII FROM MARJORIE Villa des Dames, 79 rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs, Paris. (January 25, 1917.) DEAR DADDY:-- Well, the impossible has happened! I am plunged into reckless expense after having restrained myself for over a week. Yesterday afternoon I came back from the Vestiaire with a great deal of typewriting to do. I found my room a little colder than usual,--which was too much,--so I just sailed downstairs and demanded a fire! Such excitement you never saw. The head of the hôtel and his wife both came tearing up and wanted to know if "Mademoiselle was cold"--with the marvelous steam heat going full tilt(!). I said yes, I was cold, and that I must have a fire at once--so I got it. They were most apologetic because it had to be a wood fire--but I was delighted. I then lit my candles--ordered tea, and after getting all warm inside, just sat down and toasted myself! You don't know, you can't possibly imagine, the divine joy I got from that little fire of only two pieces of wood at a time! I did not tell Miss W. that I had it for a while, because I wanted to enjoy it all by myself. When I did tell her, she was as thrilled as I was, and we two just sat over it and nursed it all afternoon and evening! I do not know how much it cost me,--I didn't dare ask,--but I do know that for the first time since I left my room in the Belmont I have been truly so warm that I am comfortable! I have had it again this afternoon, and am now sitting by its dying embers before I go to bed. Miss W. is sitting opposite me reading. We are both--wonder of wonders--sweaterless. You do not know what all this means, but I can assure you after I worked in two sweaters and a coat, with my fur coat around my knees, and stopping to blow on my fingers every few minutes, I decided that it was plain silly, and that I would move my table, which was put in the fireplace,--to suggest, as it were, that there is now no need of a fire,--and investigate the chimney. I was so pleased to find that it is a peach of a one, and draws beautifully. By strict economy I have only used one basket of wood in the two days, and that cannot be very, very extravagant. Also I am going out to buy my own wood tomorrow, and bring it home under my arm, for I know it will be less than what they will charge me here,--so picture me as wandering through the streets with a load of wood under my arm in true Parisian fashion! But also picture my once barely livable room turned into a positive hot-bed--it must be 68° in here, I am sure! I may have to give up going in the underground and have to walk