"I can't write any more, for I must study my Latin. Beside, this is
the longest letter that ever was. I have been four days writing it.
Please send me one just as long. Old Mary and the children send lots
of love, and papa says, 'Tell Katy if a pudding diet sets her to
growing again she must come home at once, for he couldn't afford it.'
Oh, dear, how I wish I could see you! Please give my love to Rose
Red. She must be perfectly splendid.
"Your affectionate
Elsie."
"Oh, the dear little duck! Isn't that just like her?" said Clover.
"I think Elsie has a real genius for writing, don't you? She tells
all the little things, and is so droll and cunning. Nobody writes
such nice letters. Who's that from, Katy?"
"Cousin Helen, and it's been such a long time coming. Just look at
this date! September 22, a whole month ago!" Then she began to read.
"Dear Katy,--It seems a long time since we have had a talk, but I
have been less well lately, so that it has been difficult to write.
Yesterday I sat up for the first time in several weeks, and to-day
I am dressed and beginning to feel like myself. I wish you could see
my room this morning,--I often wish this,--but it is so particularly
pretty, for little Helen has been in with a great basket full of
leaves and flowers, and together we have dressed it to perfection.
There are four vases of roses, a bowl full of chrysanthemums, and
red leaves round all my pictures. The leaves are Virginia creeper.
It doesn't last long, but is lovely while it lasts. Helen also
brought a bird's nest which the gardener found in a hawthorn-tree
on the lawn. It hangs on a branch, and she has tied it to one side
of my bookshelves. On the opposite side is another nest quite
different,--a great, gray hornets' nest, as big as a band-box, which
came from the mountains a year ago. I wonder if any such grow in the
woods about Hillsover. In spite of the red leaves, the day is warm
as summer, and the windows stand wide open. I suppose it is cooler
with you, but I know it is delicious cold. Now that I think of it,
you must be in Ashburn by this time. I hope you will enjoy every
moment of your vacation.
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