Comstock lady. I didn't for a moment believe it was I
that had been chosen.
Dear me! -- how empty such honors seem without the dear
ones who would have cared so much! -- If only your father
and mother and my father and mother could know! -- If only
Uncle Spencer could know! -- Well -- maybe they do!
Can't you come over to dinner some night so we can talk
over our sudden rise in the air -- and hold hands and have
a good time and get over being dizzy.
Any night will do.
Lovingly -- your