She groaned for days whenever she received one, because it had to be answered.

But when Joyce went away she said, 'Now, Lloyd, I know I shall be homesick for Locust, and I want to hear every single thing that happens.

Don't you dare send me a stingy two-page letter, half of it apologising for not writing sooner, and half of it promising to do better next time.
"'Just prop my picture up in front of you and look me in the eyes and begin to talk.

Tell me all the little things that most people leave out; what he said and she said on the way to the picnic, and how Betty looked in her daffodil dress, with the sun shining on her brown curls.

Write as if you were making pictures for me, so that when I read I can see everything you are doing.' "It was excellent advice, and as Joyce's letters were written in that way, Lloyd had a good model to copy.