With lots of love and kisses for you and Nora.
DICK-O.
NEW YORK--1890.
DEAR CHAS: Brisbane has suggested to me that the Bradley story would lead anyone to suppose that my evenings were spent in the boudoirs of the horizontales of 34th Street and has scared me somewhat in consequence.
If it strikes you and Dad the same way don't show it to Mother.

Dad made one mistake by thinking I wrote a gambling story which has made me nervous.

It is hardly the fair thing to suppose that a man must have an intimate acquaintance with whatever he writes of intimately.

A lot of hunting people, for instance, would not believe that I had written the "Traver's Only Ride" story because they knew I did not hunt.

Don't either you or Dad make any mistake about this.
DICK.
As a matter of fact they would not let me in the room, and I don't know whether it abounded in signed etchings or Bougereau's nymphs.
NEW YORK--1890.
DEAR FAMILY: Today has been more or less feverish.