"Yours faithfully,
CASSIUS C. PEABODY."

"You know, Dad," here Kit slipped her area persuasively around her
father's neck and patted his shoulder, "you've always said yourself that I
was the 'David Copperfield' in the family. Don't you know how the child
was to be named after his aunt, Betsy Trotwood, and she never really
forgave him for turning out to be a boy instead of a girl. Mother has told
me how she named me Jerrold, Jr., and anyway I've done the best I could to
live up to it. Billie says I'm an awfully good pal, and he'd much rather
talk to me than any of the boys he knows at school, because I understand
what he's driving at."

"But don't you think your mother will need you here? Jean will be going
back to Boston in October to her art class, and Helen is only fourteen. I
don't think it would matter, if you only visited them for a couple of
months, but supposing Uncle Cassius took a fancy to you." Mr. Robbins'
eyes twinkled as he watched Kit's grave face.

"You mean," she said, "supposing he decided that my brain measured up to
his expectations of Jerry, Jr., and they wanted me to stay all winter?
Couldn't I go to school there, just as well as here? You know, Dad, I'm
really not a child any longer. Don't you realize that I'm fifteen and a
half?"

"Reaching years of discretion, aren't you, girlie?" smiled her father. "I
suppose it would do you a lot of good in a broadening way to go through a
new experience like this."

"I'm not thinking about that," Kit sent back an understanding gleam of