Mrs. Carter, childlike, was in a way enjoying herself very much. Had she not been punished and now were not all the grownups sorry for her and petting her? She had announced her policy for ever after and now nothing more was ever to be expected of her. Life was not to be so hard after all. Her Robert was still in a way ill, but he would get well finally, and now Douglas would take hold and think for her. Her girls would look after her and take care of her. She regretted not having a debutante daughter, as she well knew that society was one thing she could do, but since that was to be denied her, she would be the last person in the world to make herself disagreeable over her disappointment. A saccharine policy was to be hers on and after this date. Unselfishness and sweetness were to be synonymous with her name. All of the daughters kissed her tenderly and Dr. Wright bent over her fair hand with knightly contrition. How pleasant life was! A tray, more daintily arranged than usual, was brought in at supper time, and under a covered dish there reposed the coveted sweetbreads. CHAPTER XXI LETTERS Miss Nan Carter from Mr. Thomas Smith BY WIRELESS FROM THE CLOUDS, SEPTEMBER .., 19.. MY DEAR WOOD NYMPH: I have made many flights and many landings but no landing has been so delightful as the one I made on Helicon and no flight so beautiful as when a certain little wood nymph deigned to accompany me. I think very often of the few happy days I spent at Week-End Camp and of the hospitable Carters. The picnic on the fallen tree was the very best picnic I ever attended and the game of teakettle the best game I ever played. Some day, and not so many years hence I hope it will be, I intend to make a flight and take my teakettle with me. Guess what that word is! BELLEROPHON. Miss Douglas Carter from Mr. Lewis Somerville BROWNSVILLE, TEXAS, SEPTEMBER .., 19.. MY DEAR DOUGLAS: