CHAPTER V.
The fairy came, bringing again four of the gifts, but Death was wanting.
She said: "I gave it to a mother's pet, a little child.

It was ignorant, but trusted me, asking me to choose for it.

You did not ask me to choose." "Oh, miserable me! What is left for me ?" "What not even you have deserved: the wanton insult of Old Age." THE FIRST WRITING-MACHINES From My Unpublished Autobiography Some days ago a correspondent sent in an old typewritten sheet, faded by age, containing the following letter over the signature of Mark Twain: "Hartford, March 10, 1875.
"Please do not use my name in any way.

Please do not even divulge that fact that I own a machine.

I have entirely stopped using the typewriter, for the reason that I never could write a letter with it to anybody without receiving a request by return mail that I would not only describe the machine, but state what progress I had made in the use of it, etc., etc.