“The translation of this particular but will take a quire of paper, much ink, and double postage on my part, and a deal of perusive patience on yours, so to proceed.  Like much else that is hearable the report is partly true, insomuch that your father, Dr. Russell, thinks it necessary for Bart to take a real vacation, as he put it, ’An entire change in a place where time is not beaten insistently at the usual sixty-seconds-a-minute rate, day in and out,’ where he shall have no train-catching or appointments either business or social hanging over him.  At the same time he must not hibernate physically, but be where he will feel impelled to take plenty of open-air exercise, as a matter of course!  For you see, as a lawyer, Bart breathes in a great deal of bad air, and his tongue and pen hand get much more exercise than do his legs, while all the spring he has ’gone back on his vittles that reckless it would break your heart,’ as Anastasia, our devoted, if outspoken, Celtic cook puts it.

“The exact location of this desired valley of perfection, the ways and means of reaching it, as well as what shall become of the house and Infant during our absence, have formed a daily dialogue for the past fortnight, or I should say triologue, for Anastasia has decided opinions, and has turned into a brooding raven, informing us constantly of the disasters that have overtaken various residents of the place who have taken vacations, the head of one family having acquired typhoid in the Catskills, a second injured his spine at the seaside by diving in shallow water, while the third was mistaken for a moose in Canada and shot.  However, her interest is comforting from the fact that she evidently does not wish to part with us at present.

“It must be considered that if we take a really comfortable trip of a couple of months’ duration, and Bart’s chief is willing to allow him a three months’ absence, as it will be his first real vacation since we were married six years ago, it will devour the entire sum that we have saved for improving the farm and garden.

“You live on the place where you were born, which has developed by degrees like yourselves, yet you probably know that rescuing, not an abandoned farm but the abode of ancient and decayed gentility, even though the house is oak-ribbed Colonial, and making it a tangible home for a commuter, is not a cheap bit of work.

“As to the Infant—­to take a human four-and-a-half-year-old travelling, for the best part of a summer, is an imposition upon herself, her parents, and the public at large.  To leave her with Bart’s mother, whose forte is Scotch crossed with Pennsylvania Dutch discipline, will probably be to find on her return that she has developed a quaking fear of the dark; while, if she goes to my mother, bless her! who has the beautiful and soothing Southern genius for doing the most comfortable thing for the moment, regardless of consequences, the Infant for months after will expect to be sung to sleep, my hand cuddled against her cheek, until I develop laryngitis from continued vocal struggles with ‘Ole Uncle Ned,’ ‘Down in de Cane Brake,’ and ‘De Possum and de Coon.’