"And that reminds me that I have not asked about your mail this morning.

Are there some letters to be answered on the typewriter ?" "I have been as forgetful as yourself, daughter," her father answered with a slight laugh.

"Scip" (to a servant in waiting), "is the mail bag on the library table ?" "I think so, sah.

Shall I fotch it hyar ?" "Yes; bring it here to me." It was brought, opened, and found to contain letters for family and guests, besides newspapers and magazines.
They were speedily distributed to the owners, read,--some of them aloud,--and their contents talked over.
Then all adjourned to the library for the morning service of prayer, praise, and reading of the Scriptures, after which they scattered about the house and grounds.
Captain Raymond's share of the mail had included some business letters, and he called upon Lucilla to use her typewriter in preparing his replies, which she did promptly and cheerfully.
"Thank you, daughter," he said when they had finished, "you and your typewriter make my correspondence far less burdensome than it would be otherwise." "I am so glad, papa! so glad that I can be of at least a little help to you," she said joyously.

"It is such a privilege, and such a pleasure!" "Dear child!" he said in response.