This ceremony has gone on, once in five years, all this time and the town has old Knill's money! Your mother and I--though we are neither girls nor widows--danced around it this morning, wondering what sort of curmudgeon old John Knill was.
Don't you see how easily we fall into an idle mood?
Well, here's a photograph of little Alice looking up at me from the table where I write--a good, sweet face she has.
And you'll never get another letter from me in a time and from a place whereof there is so little to tell.
Affectionately, dear Kitty, W.H.P.
To Ralph W.Page Tregenna Castle Hotel, St.Ives, Cornwall, March 12, 1918.
MY DEAR RALPH: Arthur has sent me Gardiner's 37-page sketch of American-British Concords and Discords--a remarkable sketch; and he has reminded me that your summer plan is to elaborate (into a popular style) your sketch of the same subject.

You and Gardiner went over the same ground, each in a very good fashion.

That's a fascinating task, and it opens up a wholly new vista of our History and of Anglo-Saxon, democratic history.

Much lies ahead of that.

And all this puts it in my mind to write you a little discourse on _style_.