uch a time. He was in great spirits and most entertaining.
As your time was so charmingly taken up during your visit home with a
younger member of his family, you probably overlooked opportunities of
hearing him talk, and do not know what an interesting man he can be.

He will soon begin to build his factory here for the manufacture
of automobiles, which he says is a term he prefers to "horseless
carriages." Your Uncle George told me he would like to invest in this
factory, as George thinks there is a future for automobiles; perhaps
not for general use, but as an interesting novelty, which people with
sufficient means would like to own for their amusement and the sake of
variety. However, he said Mr. Morgan laughingly declined his offer, as
Mr. M. was fully able to finance this venture, though not starting in
a very large way. Your uncle said other people are manufacturing
automobiles in different parts of the country with success. Your father
is not very well, though he is not actually ill, and the doctor tells
him he ought not to be so much at his office, as the long years of
application indoors with no exercise are beginning to affect him
unfavourably, but I believe your father would die if he had to give
up his work, which is all that has ever interested him outside of his
family. I never could understand it. Mr. Morgan took your mother and me
with Lucy to see Modjeska in "Twelfth Night" yesterday evening, and
Lucy said she thought the Duke looked rather like you, only much more
democratic in his manner. I suppose you will think I have written a
great deal about the Morgans in this letter, but thought you would be
interested because of your interest in a younger member of his family.
Hoping that you are finding college still as attractive as ever,

Affectionately,
Aunt Fanny.

George read one sentence in this letter several times. Then he dropped
the missive in his wastebasket to join the clipping, and strolled down
the corridor of his dormitory to borrow a copy of "Twelfth Night."
Having secured one, he returned to his study and refreshed his memory of
the play--but received no enlightenment that enabled him to comprehend
Lucy's strange remark. However, he found himself impelled in the
direction of correspondence, and presently wrote a letter--not a reply
to his Aunt Fanny.

Dear Lucy: No doubt you will be surprised at hearing from me so soon
again, especially as this makes