I had no idea of intruding ourselves upon you when I asked you to look up rooms, but as you seem really to want us"-- ("seem!" whispered Phebe, putting her finger on the word with a pout)--"I can only say we shall be very glad to come to you.

You may look for Olly and myself Friday, July 15th, by the P.M.train.

Olly isn't really ill, only run down.

He is as horrid a little bear as ever.

All are well, and started last week for Narragansett Pier.