much is that I am not apt to have many proposals of Whythe's sort, as
that kind has gone out of fashion, owing to golf and tennis and country
clubs and so much association. Plain statement is about all a girl
gets nowadays, I am told. Jacqueline Smith told Florine Mr. Smith had
wired her he had to go to South America and asked her if she would
marry him and go with him, and she wired back she would, and that was
all the courting they had, though they seem very happy. And a girl
Jess knows said the man she married had asked her how he stood with
her, that she stood all right with him, and that was the way they knew
they cared for each other. But I'm not that sort. I am very romantic
and I like a lot of words, which is why I am just crazy about Whythe's
letters.

If Whythe doesn't make a success of law or politics he could certainly
make a living writing letters of a certain sort. He's an expert at
them and greatly gifted, and though I don't say much in mine, thinking
it safer to telephone than write, I do tell him that his are perfectly
lovely, at which he doesn't seem displeased. He still begs me to marry
him, and is so fearfully polite about it that I don't like to ask him
what he has to marry on, and so far as I know he has only nerve and his
mother's home. I would not like to spend eternity as a maiden lady,
but I'd much rather so spend it than dwell under the vine and fig-tree
of the person who would be a mother-in-law to Whythe's wife. My heart
goes out to Elizabeth every time I think of the fate that will
eventually be hers. Also it goes out to the House of Eppes. When
opposing elements meet something usually happens. I'm betting on
Elizabeth, but I may be wrong.