"Don't you crowd me now; you better look out." Your letter from Chicago interested me very much. It caused me to think of the time I was there several years ago. I hope your trip will end as pleasantly as it has begun. Things have been rather dull for me since you left, for there is not much happening now. Most of our friends, as you know, are away. I have been keeping pretty busy, however, and this has helped to keep me from feeling depressed. Nevertheless, there are times when I recall the happy days we had together, and then I miss you terribly... Love... Jim was only human -- this attraction was too much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.