夜雨聆风esterday Belle felt well enough to go for a picnic. R.G. alsotook a day off. The Asvogel flotation has gone splendidly,R.G. is terribly pleased about it. The Preference shares areat a premium.
He skipped the rest and looked at the signature:
Your loving sister, Letitia.
He picked up another.
Darling Charlotte.
I wish you would sometimes make up your mind to seepeople. You do exaggerate, you know. It isn’t nearly as badas you think. And people really don’t mind things likethat. It’s not the disfigurement you think it is.
He nodded his head. He remembered Belle Goedler saying that Char-lotte Blacklock had a disfigurement or deformity of some kind. Letitia had,in the end, resigned her job, to go and look after her sister. These lettersall breathed the anxious spirit of her affection and love for an invalid. Shehad written her sister, apparently, long accounts of everyday happenings,of any little detail that she thought might interest the sick girl. And Char-lotte had kept these letters. Occasionally odd snapshots had been en-closed.
