Well I hate to be writing you blue letters and you having such a hard time what with the baby having the croup and Pop not sure of his job. Tell him I thank him for his fine ideas but the truth is just now I have not got no heart for the work I have been trying to do it seems to me like I had better just be a plain manicure girl like I used to be and not try to understand these great world affairs that is too much for my poor head. The reason is because it don’t seem to me like people was honest like I thought they was. When I told Mr. Edgerton to have the Spokesman give out to the newspapers all them stories about Him and the Spokeslady being so economical and not buying no new clothes I thought They was really going to not do it and it was all going to be straight. But the way Mr. Edgerton talked They just didn’t bother about the truth at all and it has made me sort of ashamed. If They are going to do things that way I just aint interested in helping Them at all because They are really not doing the plain people no good. Of course I aint had no chance to ask Mr. Edgerton about it because he aint called me up again so I am just waiting. The girls in the Elite Beauty Parlors they seen I had something on my mind and Ada Huggins, she says, “What’s the matter Mame you seem sort of deestraight.” You see since she has changed her name to Adaire she is always trying to use French words and I do sure hate affected people. I says, “I have got important matters to occupy my mind and I have not got no time for idle chatter,” I says. And she says, “Well now will you listen to that, of all the airs! Who do you think you are the Spokesman up in the big white house?” “You are getting warm,” I says but of course I didn’t say no more because it is what Mr. Edgerton calls a state secret that I am helping him. * * * * * P. S. Well, I went home thinking about that mysterious lady that has been to call on me and that I am pretty sure is Mrs. Edgerton. And Mrs. Budd my landlady says she aint come again. She is awful curious about such a great lady coming to see a girl that has got the cheapest room in her house and she says, “Is it some lost aunt of yours dearie?” But I says, “It is just a friend I think.” She says, “You could talk to her in my parlor if you like.” And of course I know that is just so that she can listen in but what can I do can I expect a visitor to climb four flights of stairs and where could I put her in this room that is only six by eight and I have to shove the oil stove and what is left of my dinner under the bed before I can get to the door. So I says, “Thank you very kindly.” And she says, “I will call you if she comes and you can come down.” I says, “Do please and keep her entertained while I am getting my curl-papers off.”