So here I am, and like to be for a month. Tell Mac theres four votes

shut up here, and I can get them for him, if he can stop this monkey

business.

Then go over to the Dago Church on Webster Avenue and put a dollar in

Saint Anthony's box. He'll see me out of this scrape, right enough. Do

it at once. Now remember, go to Mac first; maybe you can get the dollar

from him, and mind what you tell him.

Your husband, Tim Flannigan FROM ME TO MOTHER--MRS. THEODORE McNAIR, HOTEL HAMILTON, BERMUDA.

Dearest Mother: I hope you will get this before you read the papers, and when you DO

read them, you are not to get excited and worried. I am as well as can

be, and a great deal safer than I ever remember to have been in my life.

We are quarantined, a lot of us, in Jim Wilson's house, because his

irreproachable Jap did a very reproachable thing--took smallpox. Now

read on before you get excited. HIS ROOM HAS BEEN FUMIGATED, and we have

been vaccinated. I am well and happy. I can't be killed in a railway

wreck or smashed when the car skids. Unless I drown myself in my bath,

or jump through a window, positively nothing can happen to me. So gather

up all your maternal anxieties and cast them to the Bermuda sharks.

Anne Brown is here--see the papers for list--and if she can not play

propriety, Jimmy's Aunt Selina can. In fact, she doesn't play at it; she

works. I have telephoned Lizette for some clothes--enough for a couple

of weeks, although Dallas promises to get us out sooner. Now, dear, do

go ahead and have a nice time, and on no account come home. You could

only have the carriage to stop in front of the house, and wave to me

through a window.

Mother, I want you to do something for me. You know who is down there,

and--this is awfully delicate, Mumsy--but he's a nice boy, and I thought

I liked him. I guess you know he has been rather attentive. Now, I

DO like him, Mumsy, but not the way I thought I did, and I want you

to--very gently, of course--to discourage him a little. You know how

I mean. He's a dear boy, but I am so tired of people who don't know

anything but horses and motors.

And, oh, yes,--do you remember a girl named Lucille Mellon who was at

school with you in Rome? And that she married a man named Harbison?

Well, her son is here! He builds railroads and bridges and things, and

he even built himself an automobile down in South America, because he

couldn't afford to buy one, and burned wood in it! Wood! Think of it!




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