In Which Mary Writes From the Tower Rooms; and in Which Roger Answers From Among the Pines

The Tower Rooms.

Dear Mr. Poole: I have taken your rooms for mine, and this is my first evening in them.
Pittiwitz is curled up under the lamp. She misses you and so do I.
Even now, it seems as if your books ought to be on the table; and that
I ought to be talking to you instead of writing.

I liked your letter. It seemed to tell me that you were hopeful and at
home. You must tell me about the house and your Cousin Patty--about
everything in your life--and you must send me your first story.

Here everything is the same. Constance will be with me until spring,
and we are to have a quiet Thanksgiving and a quiet Christmas with just
the family, and Leila and the General. Porter Bigelow goes to Palm
Beach to be with his mother. I don't know why we always count him in
as one of the family except that he never waits for an invitation, and
of course we're glad to have him. Mother and father used to feel sorry
for him; he was always a sort of "Poor-little-rich-boy" whose money cut
him out from lots of good times that families have who don't live in
such formal fashion as Mr. and Mrs. Bigelow seem to enjoy.

As soon as Constance leaves, I am going to work. I haven't told any
one, for when I hinted at it, Constance was terribly upset, and asked
me to live with her and Gordon. Grace wants me to go to Paris with
her; Barry and Leila have stated that I can have a home with them.