I miss him.

But I'm glad to have the nights alone once more.

I've got a future to plan! Read that over, Collie.
"To-day, when Wade came with your letter, he asked me, sort of queer, 'Say, Wils, do you know how many letters I've fetched you from Collie ?' I said, 'Lord, no, I don't, but they're a lot.' Then he said there were just forty-seven letters.

Forty-seven! I couldn't believe it, and told him he was crazy.

I never had such good fortune.