When we compare the young manhood of Abraham Lincoln with the specimens we are now producing, we see too well that it bodes ill for the twentieth century-- George yawned, and tossed the clipping into his waste-basket, wondering why his aunt thought such dull nonsense worth the sending.

As for her insinuation, pencilled upon the border, he supposed she meant to joke--a supposition which neither surprised him nor altered his lifelong opinion of her wit.
He read her letter with more interest: The dinner your mother gave for the Morgans was a lovely affair.

It was last Monday evening, just ten days after you left.

It was peculiarly appropriate that your mother should give this dinner, because her brother George, your uncle, was Mr.Morgan's most intimate friend before he left here a number of years ago, and it was a pleasant occasion for the formal announcement of some news which you heard from Lucy Morgan before you returned to college.

At least she told me she had told you the night before you left that her father had decided to return here to live.