Look at that!" She threw the envelope in Nancy Ellen's lap.
"That is the very first line of John Jardine's writing I have ever seen," she said.

"Do you see anything about it to ENCOURAGE me to go farther ?" "You Goose!" cried the exasperated Nancy Ellen.

"I suppose he transacts so much business he scarcely ever puts pen to paper.

What's the difference how he writes?
Look at what he is and what he does! Go on and read his letter." Kate arose and walked to the window, turning her back to Nancy Ellen, who sat staring at her, while she read John Jardine's letter.

Once Nancy Ellen saw Kate throw up her head and twist her neck as if she were choking; then she heard a great gulping sob down in her throat; finally Kate turned and stared at her with dazed, incredulous eyes.
Slowly she dropped the letter, deliberately set her foot on it, and leaving the room, climbed the stairs.