that she would.

There was also a characteristic scrawl from Philippa, full of Alec and
Alonzo, what they said and what they did, and how they looked when they
saw her.

"But I can't make up my mind yet which to marry," wrote Phil. "I do wish
you had come with me to decide for me. Some one will have to. When I saw
Alec my heart gave a great thump and I thought, 'He might be the right
one.' And then, when Alonzo came, thump went my heart again. So that's
no guide, though it should be, according to all the novels I've ever
read. Now, Anne, YOUR heart wouldn't thump for anybody but the genuine
Prince Charming, would it? There must be something radically wrong with
mine. But I'm having a perfectly gorgeous time. How I wish you were
here! It's snowing today, and I'm rapturous. I was so afraid we'd have
a green Christmas and I loathe them. You know, when Christmas is a dirty
grayey-browney affair, looking as if it had been left over a hundred
years ago and had been in soak ever since, it is called a GREEN
Christmas! Don't ask me why. As Lord Dundreary says, 'there are thome
thingth no fellow can underthtand.'

"Anne, did you ever get on a street car and then discover that you
hadn't any money with you to pay your fare? I did, the other day. It's
quite awful. I had a nickel with me when I got on the car. I thought it
was in the left pocket of my coat. When I got settled down comfortably
I felt for it. It wasn't there. I had a cold chill. I felt in the other
pocket. Not there. I had another chill. Then I felt in a little inside
pocket. All in vain. I had two chills at once.

"I took off my gloves, laid them on the seat, and went over all my
pockets again. It was not there. I stood up and shook myself, and then
looked on the floor. The car was full of people, who were going home
from the opera, and they all stared at me, but I was past caring for a
little thing like that.

"But I could not find my fare. I concluded I must have put it in my
mouth and swallowed it inadvertently.

"I didn't know what to do. Would the conductor, I wondered, stop the
car and put me off in ignominy and shame? Was it possible that I could
convince him that I was merely the victim of my own absentmindedness,
and not an unprincipled creature trying to obtain a ride upon false
pretenses? How I wished that Alec or Alonzo were there. But they weren't
because I wanted them. If I HADN'T wanted them they would have been
there by the dozen. And I couldn'