do. It seemed as if the dream of my life had at last come true. I've
always wanted to go East,--to see New York,--oh, I'm so excited I can
hardly write! And dear Cousin William! How kind of him to tell you about
me,--for I was a very small baby when he was here. My father has told me
all about it. When shall I start? I accept your invitation with joy. I
have saved up my money and I have enough, I think, for the ticket. How
much does it cost? But I can find out somehow. Father sends his respects
and he says I may go. I am all ready. Can't you telegraph me, so I can go
soon?

With grateful thanks,
I am yours very sincerely,
AZALEA THORPE.

"Well," said Bill, "what do you think of that for a letter?"

He looked thoughtfully at Patty, as he spoke.

"Why," she hesitated,--"I think it's a very nice letter--"

"Wait, now,--be honest!"

"Well, I--oh, I don't know,--but I looked for a little more--simplicity,
I guess. This sounds as if she had resorted to a 'Complete Letter-Writer'
for help."

"Just what I thought, exactly! But I don't know as we can blame her if
she did. The poor child is doubtless unversed in polite correspondence,
and she did her best,--but she felt she needed a little more elegance of
construction and so forth, and she picked out some dressy phrases from