A moment of silence followed the reading of the letter.

"Joe's a lucky boy," said Whitney. "She's a darling."

"The letter doesn't tell us much," said Forbes, as he handed it
round for examination; "but more than you might think. Before
writing my chapter I summarized the data. Here they are:

"1. _Joe_. He's a member of the 'varsity who writes poetry.
Either it's published in some magazine or he sends it privately
to her. The blighter has sent Kathleen a tie of some kind--
probably a scarf with his college or club colours. He's got as
far as the plaintive stage: he tells her that he is going without
his tea just to write to her. (Probably half a dozen crumpets and
four cups of tea were simmering inside of him as he wrote). So
much for Joe. I'll wager he's a Rhodes Scholar!

"2. _Kathleen_. I put her at seventeen, and (as Whitney says)
she's a darling. She's at school still. She's adorably sane. She
doesn't care for Joe's yowling poetry (probably he writes
Verlaine kind of stuff, or free verse, or some blither of that
sort). She has younger brothers ('the boys') and she helps her
mother run the house. I think she likes Joe better than she cares
to admit--see the touch of coquettishness where she says 'It
_will_ be precious, won't it?' And how adorably she teases him in
those four crosses marked 'These are from Fred.' Gad, I'm jealous
of Joe already!