Oh, Mina dear, I can’t help crying, and you must excuse this letter being all blotted.  Being proposed to is all very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing out of his life.  My dear, I must stop here at present, I feel so miserable, though I am so happy.

Evening.

Arthur has just gone, and I feel in better spirits than when I left off, so I can go on telling you about the day.

Well, my dear, number Two came after lunch.  He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh that it seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and has such adventures.  I sympathize with poor Desdemona when she had such a stream poured in her ear, even by a black man.  I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.  I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted to make a girl love me.  No, I don’t, for there was Mr. Morris telling us his stories, and Arthur never told any, and yet . . .

My dear, I am somewhat previous.  Mr. Quincy P. Morris found me alone.  It seems that a man always does find a girl alone.  No, he doesn’t, for Arthur tried twice to make a chance, and I helping him all I could, I am not ashamed to say it now.  I must tell you beforehand that Mr. Morris doesn’t always speak slang, that is to say, he never does so to strangers or before them, for he is really well educated and has exquisite manners, but he found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang, and whenever I was present, and there was no one to be shocked, he said such funny things.  I am afraid, my dear, he has to invent it all, for it fits exactly into whatever else he has to say.  But this is a way slang has.  I do not know myself if I shall ever speak slang.  I do not know if Arthur likes it, as I have never heard him use any as yet.

Well, Mr. Morris sat down beside me and looked as happy and jolly as he could, but I could see all the same that he was very nervous.  He took my hand in his, and said ever so sweetly . . .

“Miss Lucy, I know I ain’t good enough to regulate the fixin’s of your little shoes, but I guess if you wait till you find a man that is you will go join them seven young women with the lamps when you quit.  Won’t you just hitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?”