Of course, he never _has_ written to me; and, of course, I understand that I'm nothing but his daughter by order of the court.

But, some way, I did think maybe he'd write me just a little bit of a note in answer to mine--my bread-and-butter letter, I mean; for of course, Mother had me write that to him as soon as I got here.
But he hasn't.
I wonder how he's getting along, and if he misses me any.

But of course, he doesn't do _that_.

If I was a star, now--! * * * * * _Two days after Thanksgiving_.
The violinist has got a rival.

I'm sure he has.