that I didn't get a chance for even a peep into either the book or the brown study,—and then came a letter from Bess. It didn't begin like most letters, but started in this way:—
"Good-morning. What's the use of labelling a friendly letter at the start, just as if you were likely to forget who you were writing to, and have to turn back every now and then, to find out? When I meet you on the street, I don't start in with 'Dear Chet,' and then say what I have on my mind, and I don't see why I should in a letter.
"Father got in here last night, and we are going to leave to-morrow for Indianapolis. Don't mind that the t's and l's in this letter seem to feel themselves so much above the others. That is because my type-writer had a set-to with some expressman on the way here, and came out wabbly. At least, I suppose that is what happened. I doctored it with my manicure set, but it isn't on the level yet. I'm going to have it fixed in Indianapolis. I didn't dare to tell you, when you were here, that it wasn't working right, for I knew you would get at it—and I was afraid it would come out worse than it did with the expressman.
