He sends cards from every place, he
goes to, and a good many from the same place so I can see what he is
seeing, which I couldn't do if he wrote a book of descriptions. He
doesn't tell much about the cities and towns, most of which I have been
in myself and am glad he leaves out, but he writes awfully interesting
things about the places he pokes into by himself and the people he
meets, and I almost die laughing over his accounts of his sister and a
beau his mother has caught for her. She is a dandy-looking girl, his
sister is, and wears the smartest clothes I ever saw except Florine's,
and if Patricia has really landed a duke or a count or a thing of that
sort, his mother will have a wedding that will fit the fellow all
right. He's apt to be landed.

I never have understood how Billy was born of his parents. He cares no
more for flum-foolishness than I do, which is why we have so much fun
over the efforts certain mothers we know make to help their daughters
get married, and we've decided to be failures as social successes and
enjoy ourselves. My mother isn't at all like his mother. She is a
precious mother, mine is, and adores Father and her children, but she
is in the parade and has to keep step, not having courage to get out,
and she thinks she must give her daughters every opportunity, and for
daughters in Mother's world opportunity means marriage. Until she gets
us settled she won't feel as if her duty had been done. That's why she
has gone with Florine and Jessica to the same place Florine went to
last summer with the Logans. Florine has had a good many beaux, but
none of them has been just what she had set her mind on, and last
summer she met a man I believe she fell in love with. Anyhow, she has
gone where it will be convenient for him to see her if he wants to, and
he must want, as Mother says in every one of her letters that Mr.
Jeffry has just come or just gone. He came to see Florine last winter,
and a blind person could tell he was worth having. I hope they will
take each other. Mother would be so pleased. Jessica and I are not
apt to do much for ourselves in the marrying line, so it is left to
Florine to make the catch.

She is very beautiful, Florine is. She knows it and she loves
beautiful things and wouldn't think of marrying any one who could not
give them to her. She wouldn't marry a man who isn't decent and
straight and all that, not being that kind, but neither is she
romantic, and