Grace opened it, glanced hastily over the first page, then read: "MY DEAR GRACE:-- "Your faith in me as a correspondent must be shattered by this time.

I've intended to write, but my days and nights, too, have been so crowded with work that I have almost forgotten that I am entitled to a little recreation.

I'll try not to let it happen again, Grace, dear.

I hoped to be able to run down for Thanksgiving, but I am afraid it won't be possible.
"I am doing the clubs now, and there will be so much to write about them during Thanksgiving week that I am afraid I shall have to stay in town all week.

Next week the opera begins, and, oh, joy! I am to help write it--along with my club duties.