Of course, I wrote her and told her all about it right away.

And she wrote right back and wanted to know everything--everything I could tell her; all the little things.

And she was so interested in Cousin Grace, and wanted to know all about her; said _she_ never heard of her before, and was she Father's own cousin, and how old was she, and was she pretty, and was Father around the house more now, and did I see a lot of him?
She thought from something I said that I did.
I've just been writing her again, and I could tell her more now, of course, than I could in that first letter.

I've been here a whole week, and, of course, I know more about things, and have done more.
I told her that Cousin Grace wasn't really Father's cousin at all, so it wasn't any wonder she hadn't ever heard of her.

She was the wife of Father's third cousin who went to South America six years ago and caught the fever and died there.