"Georgie"
"Upon my word!" His sentiments appalled me.
"Yes," said he firmly. "I've done with girls."
And for the present I really think he has, for a few days ago I had a letter from him, post-marked Lisbon and written from the Royal Mail steamer "Danube." Here it is:
I am going out to the Argentine, ranching, and may come in for a revolution with a bit of luck. No one knows yet but my mother, and she quite sees with me that it's the only decent, manly kind of life for a chap who isn't in the Army. She's coming out to me later on, she says, to make butter and cheese and things. There's no one like my mother when it comes to real practical good sense.
I was sorry not to say good-bye to Drusie and the little chap, but I felt it better to keep my plans quite dark till we get safely out of the river.
Good-bye, old boy. Thanks for all your282
