Eugenia flatters her all the time, and never says hateful things to her as she does to us, and Lloyd thinks that Eugenia is perfection.
Some letters came this afternoon,--a whole handful for Eugenia, written on handsome linen paper and sealed with pretty monogram seals.

I had a letter, too.

The first one since I have been here.

It was from Davy, and printed in big tipsy letters that straggled all over the page.

There were only a few lines, but I knew how long the little fellow must have worked over them, gripping the pencil tight in his hard little fist.