Well, Elder, I have had a _great time_ over to State Agricultural, I sure have. The folks have been dandy, sir, simply dandy. Folks couldn't _be_ no dandier than what they have to me. I used to think college folks and like that was _wanting_ somehow, but I found the boot was on the other leg, it was me that was a nut to think so. I've made friends--why, they are _all_ friends, I do believe. I'll tell you all about it first chance I get, but what I want to say _now_ is, Elder, _my time is up_! I've got my degree, and Mr. Bailey is satisfied, and the cottage is ready (I've put in all my vacations on it, you know, and Mr. Bailey and the selectmen have been more than kind, the neighbors too), and Mary is ready; bless her heart! and Mrs. Aymer can spare her all right, or at least she says she _can't_, but she _will_, the kiddo learning to walk and like that; and she's got Mary the dandiest outfit ever you saw, Elder! If she was the President's wife, it couldn't be no dandier. And I've been to see all those gentlemen you said, the Boards and like that, and they was all dandy too, and said "Go ahead," and _I'm going_! So name the day you can come over, Elder, and _Mary and I will be there_. The Lord is so good to me--I don't know why He is so good, except that He _is_ good. And all my life long, sir, I'll try my best to make other folks happy, I sure will. So no more but thanking you Elder, because under the Lord you really done it all sir. With a grateful heart though faltering pen I beg to convey to you, reverend and highly respected Sir, the assurance of my being Your most obedient humble servant PIPPIN. P.S. I could have written and spelled it better if I had have taken time and followed this book, the "Polite Letter Writer"; a guy loaned it to me over to State Agricultural. I began this letter with it, but it balled me up so I couldn't keep on and I'm in hopes you will excuse bad writing and spelling. But I aim at a correct and elegant style, dear Sir, in epistolary communication--green grass! maybe when I have _more time_, Elder, I can do it, but it's no use, I cannot now. The chaplain read this letter through twice. Then, after docketing and filing it carefully, he rose, and tucking his coat tails under his arm, proceeded to dance gravely up and down the little bare room, singing the song that was his high water mark of joy and triumph: "Green is for Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Green is for Ireland, fiddle dal day!"