My Dear Kit--The enclosed trunk tag was used on my trunk, evidently by mistake. Higgins discovered it when he was unpacking and returned it to me under the misapprehension that I had written it. I wish I had. I suppose there must be something attractive about a fellow who has the courage to write a love letter on the back of a trunk tag, and who doesn’t give a tinker’s damn who finds it. But for my peace of mind, ask him not to leave another one around where I will come across it. Max. WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF THE TRUNK TAG. Don’t you know that I won’t see you until tomorrow? For Heaven’s sake, get away from this crowd and come into the den. If you don’t I will kiss you before everybody. Are you coming? T. WRITTEN BELOW. No indeed. K. THIS WAS SCRATCHED OUT AND BENEATH. Coming. End of Project Gutenberg’s When a Man Marries, by Mary Roberts Rinehart