Just fancy, Helen, he's really not so ill, after all!" They drew a little closer together.
"You read yours out first," Helen proposed, "and then I'll read mine." Philippa nodded.

Her voice here and there was a little uncertain.
MY DEAREST SISTER, I have heard nothing from you or Helen for so long that I was really getting desperate.

I have had a very rough time here, but by the grace of Providence I stumbled up against an old friend the other day, Bertram Maderstrom, whom you must have heard me speak of in my college days.

It isn't too much to say that he has saved my life.

He has unearthed your parcels, found me decent quarters, and I am getting double rations.