I don't believe he's outgrown his bent of letter writing.

Now, listen, to this, Azalea, the next letter you get from him, I want you to show it to me, see?
If there's anything in it you don't want me to know about, cut that out,--but show me at least the beginning and the ending,--and a part of a page.

You hear me ?" "Of course I hear you,--not being deaf! And I'll show you the letter,--if I think of it." "You'll think of it,--I'll see to that, myself.

You ought to get one soon, oughtn't you ?" "No,--I haven't answered his last one yet." "Why, you just said you had!" "Oh, I meant the one before the last--" "You meant nothing of the sort.

And, mind you, Azalea, this is a direct command,--you _must_ show me his next letter." "I won't take commands! How dare you?
You have no right to order me about so.