"Mother's letter had not arrived, and they were expecting
'brother' any moment, when Rex and I walked in on them, and
right here I must say they showed presence of mind, and what
Cousin Roxy would call resignation to the ways of Providence.
The Dean's eyes twinkled as Rex explained things, and then I
kissed Aunt Daphne, and explained to her too, and I'm sure that
she was relieved. After Rex had gone, the Dean took me into his
study after dinner, and we had a long heart-to-heart talk. I
want you all to understand that he thinks I'm a good specimen of
the undeveloped feminine brain.

"I am going to enter the preparatory class at the college in
October, and take what the Dean calls supplementary lessons from
him along special lines. I don't quite know all that this means,
but I guess I can weather it. It probably has to do with what
Rex called the 'cosmic makings,' geology and all sorts of
prehistoric stuff. I know the Dean mentioned one thing that
began with a 'paleo' but I have forgotten the rest of it. I'll
let you know later.

"I have a perfectly darling room. It looks right out over Lake
Michigan. There's a big square bay window to it, that overhangs
the edge of the bluff like the balcony of a Spanish beauty. Our
back garden just topples right over into a ravine that ends up
short on the shore. I never saw such abrupt little chasms in my
life. Uncle Cassius was showing me the layers of strata there
that a little recent landslide had shown up, and he says that
the formation is just exactly like it is out west in Wyoming and
Colorado.

"Aunt Daphne is just a dear. It's more fun to hear her tell of
how she worried over a boy coming into the family. The whole
house is filled from one end to the other with Uncle Cassius'
treasures that he's been collecting for years. You're liable to
stumble over a stuffed armadillo or a petrified slice of some
prehistoric monster anywhere at all. I found a mummy case in the
library closet, but there wasn't anything in it at all, and I
was awfully disappointed. I don't know but what I like it after
all, although I miss you fearfully, dear nestful of robins. I
don't even dare to think there are about a thousand miles
between us.

"This is all I can write to you to-night because I'm so sleepy I
can hardly keep my eyes open. Aun