32/72 There's really nothing in it, you know--just the ordinary average every-day love-letter." I glanced through the little note. The conventional hearts and darts epistle. It sounded nice enough: "Longing to see you again; so lonely in this place; your dear sweet letter; looking forward to the time; your ever-devoted Sissie." "That seems straight," I answered. "However, I am not quite sure. |