And I was almost afraid it was too long, till I remembered that Father had asked me for it; he had _asked_ me to tell him all about what I did on Christmas Day.
So I sent it off.
* * * * * _March_.
Yes, I know it's been quite a while, but there hasn't been a thing to say--nothing new or exciting, I mean.

There's just school, and the usual things; only Mr.Easterbrook doesn't come any more.

(Of course, the violinist hasn't come since that day he proposed.) I don't know whether Mr.Easterbrook proposed or not.

I only know that all of a sudden he stopped coming.

I don't know the reason.
I don't overhear so much as I used to, anyway.