But I won't tease you about that any more.
I finished a short silly story to night which I am in doubt whether to send off or not.

I think I will keep it until I read it to you and learn what you think.
Mr.Gilder has asked me to stay with them at Marion, and to go to Cambridge with Mrs.Gilder and dear Mrs.Cleveland and Grover Cleveland, when he reads the poem before D.K.

E.
I have bought a book on decorations, colored, and I am choosing what I want, like a boy with a new pair of boots.
Good-night, my dearest Mama.
DICK.
In addition to his regular work on The Evening Sun, my brother, as I have already said, was devoting a great part, of his leisure moments to the writing of short stories, and had made a tentative agreement with a well-known magazine to do a series of short sketches of New York types.
Evidently fearful that Richard was writing too much and with a view to pecuniary gain, my mother wrote the following note of warning: PHILADELPHIA, 1890.
DEAR DICK: I wouldn't undertake the "types." For one thing, you will lose prestige writing for -- --'s paper.

For another, I dread beyond everything your beginning to do hack work for money.

It is the beginning of decadence both in work and reputation for you.