It seems to me that a familiar pair of shoulders are squaring up to the world again, and a very kind pair of eyes are brighter with interest.

I don't know how you feel about this; I don't know how I feel about it myself.

I am sure that Eugene Snow is a man who, in the years to come, would line up beside your father and mine, and I like him immensely.

It is merely a case of not liking him less, but of liking my unknown man more.

I couldn't quite commit the sacrilege, Linda dear, of sending you a sample of the letters I am receiving, but they are too fanciful and charming for any words of mine to describe adequately.