She had begun it while waiting for the others to finish dressing one morning, had added a few pages that afternoon, and finished it the next evening at bedtime.
"Heah is my lettah to Joyce, mothah," she said, as she kissed her good night.

"Won't you look ovah it, please, and see if all the words are spelled right?
I want to send it in the mawnin." Mrs.Sherman laid the letter aside to attend to later, and forgot it until long after Lloyd was asleep, and Mr.Sherman had come up-stairs.

Then, seeing it on the table, she glanced rapidly over the neatly written pages.
"I want you to look at this, Jack," she said, presently, handing him the letter.

"It is one of the results of the house party for which I am most thankful.

You remember what a task it always was for Lloyd to write a letter.