hours of steady trotting, we tracked
Monsieur Fox into the kitchen of Crystal Spring (that's a farm where
the girls go in bob sleighs and hay wagons for chicken and waffle
suppers) and we found the three foxes placidly eating milk and honey
and biscuits. They hadn't thought we would get that far; they were
expecting us to stick in the barn window.

Both sides insist that they won. I think we did, don't you? Because
we caught them before they got back to the campus. Anyway, all
nineteen of us settled like locusts over the furniture and clamoured
for honey. There wasn't enough to go round, but Mrs. Crystal Spring
(that's our pet name for her; she's by rights a Johnson) brought up a
jar of strawberry jam and a can of maple syrup--just made last
week--and three loaves of brown bread.

We didn't get back to college till half-past six--half an hour late for
dinner--and we went straight in without dressing, and with perfectly
unimpaired appetites! Then we all cut evening chapel, the state of our
boots being enough of an excuse.

I never told you about examinations. I passed everything with the
utmost ease--I know the secret now, and am never going to fail again.
I shan't be able to graduate with honours though, because of that
beastly Latin prose and geometry Freshman year. But I don't care.
Wot's the hodds so long as you're 'appy? (That's a quotation. I've
been reading the English classics.)

Speaking of classics, have you ever read Hamlet? If you haven't, do it
right off. It's PERFECTLY CORKING. I've been hearing about
Shakespeare all my life, but I had no idea he really wrote so well; I
always suspected him of going largely on his reputation.

I have a beautiful play that I invented a long time ago when I first
learned to read. I put myself to sleep every night by pretending I'm
the person (the most important person) in the book I'm reading at the
moment.

At present I'm Ophelia--and such a sensible Ophelia! I keep Hamlet
amused all the time, and pet him and scold him and make him wrap up his
throat when he has a cold. I've entirely cured him of being
melancholy. The King and Queen are both dead--an accident at sea; no
funeral necessary--so Hamlet and I are ruling in Denmark without any
bother. We have the kingdom working beautifully. He takes care of the
governing, and I look after the charities. I have just founded some
first-class orphan asylums. If you or any of the other Trustees would
like